Holy Spirit flows in the mist of mortal life
Prayers sent, to the Father, for strangers in strife
Laying of the hands on wounded shattered souls
Never taking any credit or allowing anyone to know
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My takeout of this poem is that man has wishes that are potentially injurious to himself and that there is this Black Angel who plays intercessor for these wishes. There are times we find ourselves in a dilemma as to wanting and not wanting.