In the vast expanse, before time took its breadth,
Hovered a force, God’s own manifest breath.
The Ruach Hakodesh, not just tales of the old,
But a living Spirit, stories untold.

From ancient scrolls, to our heartbeat’s quest,
It’s the whisper in the wind, the surge in your chest.
Before mountains stood tall, or stars took their depth,
God breathed, and the universe leapt.

Not just an observer, nor a shadow that creeps,
But the breath in our lungs when the world sleeps.
In silence, in tumult, in joy and in death,
It’s the sustainer of hope, our life’s very breath.

It danced upon waters, gave prophets their speech,
In the soft morning dew, its lessons it’d teach.
It’s the fire in the bones, the courage to speak,
The strength when we’re weary, the peace when we’re weak.

So when you feel lost, or alone in the night,
Remember the Breath that gave the world light.
For in every sigh, in love’s every breadth,
There’s the Ruach Hakodesh, God’s own breath.