The Holy Ghost Herself
“Suddenly she was there, the Holy Ghost herself, looking less like a soft breath than anything I have ever seen: a lightning flash of living love, she leaped straight to the center where she lit and spun in flaming red. Tall, with red hair and red shoes, a red and blue gown, every slim inch of her outlined in flame, I knew she had leapt straight from the heart of the sun, from God Himself, to pirouette before me. Every move was pure ecstasy.”