The Holy Spirit

Does Spirit flow from out to in,
Or lies it always deep within?
I'm not sure that I really care,
So long as it dispels despair.

If doctrine is the work of man,
Why don't we throw it in the can?
In silence we the truth shall find,
It is the fruit of quiet mind. 


In the Judeo/Christian/Islamic tradition, the Holy Spirit is injected into us by God, sort of like a doctor injecting a patient with a cure.
In the tradition of the East, it lies always at the heart of our being, and needs merely (!) to be uncovered by ridding ourselves of layers of illusion, through meditation etc. 

This is version 2 of this poem, which flows more smoothly IMO.
Line 6 might have said "flush it down the can", if I could overcome my aversion to Americanisation of the language. Of course it's still a bit Yankish, but 'can' rhymes and 'bin' doesn't.

This work achieved publication in 'Our Quaker Voices' a magazine of East Midlands Quakers. My first published poem! The big time beckons :-)