I can only say who it is not.
It is not the personality , called Michael.
It is not some separate Holy Spirit
Sent from God
In the world of words
Which have their spaces
Slightly can we find Truth’s traces.
Look between the words.
To wholly seamless places.
Look within your heart
Repairing what seems apart.
There, and only there can answers
To the authorship be found.
Only there can all the knots
Of wordedness become unbound
And gently move our separate souls
To love’s ecstatic swells.
Michael for us all
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