The Third Person of the Trinity
is too often ghosted;
left behind by the other outsized two.
She needed a friend
so I called her up, we got along.
I started calling her Gracie.
Turns out, she’s a thinker, not a doer.
I ask her for all kinds of favors,
to untangle the knots in my life.
Doesn’t lift a finger.
What she does do is get in my head,
puts all kinds of ideas in there.
She calls it inspiration.
Tells me to trust my intuition,
do whatever is most loving for all.
Sometimes she inspires me
to bring her flowers and light candles
or to write a poem and send it to you.
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