The "Holy Spirit"/ the "Breath of Life" - the Feminine in the Trinity

For those of you who enjoy and are open to thinking "out of the box" and imagining the amazing possibilities that are/may be within our Creator's nature:

 

I was having some fun yesterday morning with my studies:

 

I had learned previously that the words for "Holy Spirit" in Greek were: Hagios: Set apart for special use/Unique; Pneuma: Wind/Air in motion/Breath) and were feminine. 

 

But I got into the Old Testament Hebrew yesterday and the word for the "Breath of life" that God breathed into Adam "neshamah" is also feminine AND the word for God's personal "Spirit" (Breath) is "ruwach"  is also feminine.

 

So, we've got the Father, the Son and the ?"Mum"?:) that emanates from the Father and Son - the action force (air in motion/ spirit in motion/breath in motion) used by them to do the creating!?!  Imagine all the fun thoughts about "life"/"creation" being "delivered" via the female aspect of the Godhead!

 

Lots of imagination fun for some unique (holy/hagios:) and creative minds!

WHICH AGENDA AND WHOSE?: HAPPINESS IN THIS LIFE VERSUS ULTIMATE HAPPINESS IN THE FUTURE LIFE

*As Ordained:

So many individuals read the Bible with the perspective of thinking it will provide a better life in THIS world.  This leads to 1) failure of attempting to use Biblical/Spiritual principles in reaching their material/physical goals/existence, 2) disillusionment in the spiritual due to failure in this faulty application 3) perpetuation of the false teaching of being able to "have it now" materially and physically (by attempting to use spiritual principles), a lure to which we humans are very susceptible 4) failure in understanding God's nature and true ultimate agenda, 5) being robbed of the comfort that is available with accurate understanding of God's agenda (our future existence beyond this life) when life/God does not meet their material-world expectations. 6) negative judgment of others.

YOU ARE PERFECT, SINCE YOUR FATHER IN HEAVEN IS PERFECT

I will reiterate that I am not a Greek "scholar" but this is what I have been given in my studies for your consideration.  June

Matthew 5:48 "You will be [Greek - esesthe] [are- as His ongoing Work] Perfect since/just as [Greek - osper] your Father in Heaven is Perfect."

This is quite a departure from the daunting sound of command of the traditional translation "BE YE Perfect as your Father in heaven is perfect." that has caused much concern and confusion.  This uses both the legalistic prejudices of the translators and the King James English of the time to give the phrase this "flavor".

NOBODY WANTS TO LISTEN

I have such grand thoughts
That are lovely to me,
But nobody wants to listen.

Can I be so wrong 'bout my heart's myriad songs,
When nobody wants to listen?

Could I have evolved from some alien race
Of some other time or some other place?
When I look in the mirror my face is your face,
But nobody wants to listen.

So I sing to myself,
Put my words on a shelf,
And hope in some space in
Some life I may find,
An ear and a heart
From some kindred start.

Oh, so long we'll both speak, smile,
And listen.

March, 1996
June

HUMMING ALONG

I believe our prayers are to God's work,
Something like a person
Who gets to hum along to a symphony.

God's plans and purposes are complete
Unto themselves.
God, the Composer and Musician, is
Pleased when His audience appreciates
His music enough to hum along,
But knows that His symphony
Stands on its own.

Our humming along is something that
Adds nothing nor takes away anything
From the Masterpiece.
The Master loves us enough as His children
To enjoy our babyish addition to what
Is already Perfect.

1994
June

TATTERED

On the outside I look strong and whole.
But on the inside, like an old flag,
Exposed to the sun and wind,
I am Tattered.

My colors are faded, my cloth is thin.
I am torn and weakened and threadbare
By days and nights of life's elements.

I long to be lowered to the earth...
To be enfolded by the Strongest Arms...
To be held to His breast.

That the wind of the Spirit,
The wind that mends and strengthens rather than wounding
And draining,
May enter my every fiber.

Thus may I be unfurled in the strange
Sun and wind of that world,
My colors changed to unspeakable hues,
And my finished pattern revealed
To the timeless skies.
 
1994
June

THE UNSEEN HAND

When the bare world presses,
Press to see the Unseen Hand.
When the cold world clutches,
Reach to feel the Unseen Hand.

When the hard world screams and rails,
Dance and sing the Unseen Hand.
When fear surrounds each breath,
Dream the greatest dream you can
Of living in the Unseen Hand

When hope, not faith is all you have,
The best dream is the Unseen Hand.

1994

I have been reviewing some of my poetry and songs from the past and feel led to share them on this blog, since that is now an option.  So the next posts will include poetry that has not been included previously in the "Poetry" Tab.
June