O Holy Spirit, please
let me put the question this way:
What we’re familiar with
nowadays in this world is
for any dwelling place:
there’s the developer,
the owner and the occupier
and, or the tenant –
and they call it the right to property.
Of course this is the way of the world
and You know what I’m getting at.
And here we are, You and I,
both of us occupying
the same ‘dwelling place.’
And this is happening to everyone
all over the world:
one body and the soul
of the person born with it,
and You living in that person.
And I’m not ever going
to call You the ‘tenant’
(even if I were to append ‘Divine’)
and me the owner.
How is that possible when You
are the Owner of
the owner of the building?
(And the crucial question in all this is:
How am I to treat my Owner
who is dwelling in me?)
The answers are not really so obvious,
laughable from one point of view.
and gravely seriously from another.
And I certainly don’t know how to
and won’t be laughing at them.
(It only makes me pathetically,
ridiculously small in all this, I think.)
O Holy spirit, please sort this out for me!
Because only the Real Owner will have
the last laugh,
the (ever)last(ing) laugh!
from nutty verses/Holy Spirit verses 121127