Kitchen Poem

I was in the kitchen washing dishes
feeling sorry for myself
when suddenly I realized
that the Holy Spirit of God
had sauntered into the room
and I said Hey, aren’t you supposed to be
in heaven somewhere or maybe
some dark cathedral in Italy?
And what’s with the baseball cap
and torn leather jacket?
But the Holy Spirit of God just stood there
as silent as a wildflower
and I felt a cool breeze that smelled of the sea
caress my hair
and I suddenly remembered my old friend Gregory
alone in that broken hotel
with just his goldfish and his beer
and then outside my window
a small cloud caught fire.