Espíritu

You have passed over the open fields,
Under the stars, past the houses, past the lighted windows,
Past the thoughts within, some nefarious,
Some not,
You heard whispers, prayers, and wondering,
Across the plains, silvered by the moon,
Sweeping up dust, weeds, and broken promises,
Espíritu, Espíritu, do not linger, do not stray, but gather,
Sweep all before the dawn, before the banded sky of morning,
Into your heart, forever and ever,
World without end.