The Sevenfold Spirit

The Covenant of Light Restored

A poem that breathes, bleeds, and burns with the sevenfold Spirit, inviting every reader to become the next vessel where mercy paints the earth again.

“The Spirit of the Lord shall rest upon Him…” — Isaiah 11 : 2–3
“I have set My bow in the cloud…” — Genesis 9 : 13
“There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells.” — Psalm 46 : 4

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The Covenant Unfurled

What Noah tasted was not restraint but restoration,
light fractured by mercy and longing to find flesh again.

When the flood’s grip unclenched,
the sky ripped like storm-soaked silk.
Ozone scorched the nostrils,
steam hissed from mud-slick clay.

God seized His own white blaze,
light metallic on the tongue and electric in the teeth.
He flung it through the prism of promise,
and heaven exhaled a ribbon of living fire.

Rain clung to its edges while thunder bowed its head.
Seven molten strands spread across the vault:
crimson like pomegranate wine,
orange like citrus rind,
yellow humming like bees in noon heat,
green cool as crushed mint,
blue deep as glacier melt,
indigo soft as bruised dusk,
violet-white bright enough to ring the eyes with silence.

This was covenant made tangible,
warm against the cheek and whispering through wind:

“Mercy shall outrun wrath.
Light shall not die, only scatter
until obedience gathers it again.”

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The Man Who Swallowed the Spectrum

The Jordan gripped Him like liquid glass.
Cold bit the skin while silt coiled around His ankles.
When He sank beneath the current,
the river felt its own source returning,
a deep pulse in the earth’s veins.

From the hidden holy foundation within,
the sacrum (the ancient “sacred bone,”¹
the hieron² of flesh where heaven first touches dust),
power gathered as quietly as lightning before it strikes.
It crackled through nerves that waited like silver cords.
The body swelled with Divine potential.

The heavens split with a crack that shook the air.
A Dove descended, wings spilling sunlight,
and the current closed its circuit.

From the sacred throne beneath the spine
rose the river Ezekiel saw.
Water of fire climbed through bone,
warming the marrow, flowing through heart and throat,
bursting from the crown in torrents of light.

The current tore through Jordan’s skin.
Earth trembled and breath turned to thunder.
He rose gasping. Water streamed from His lashes like molten glass.
Steam curled from His skin in clouds of frankincense.

The Spirit within met the Spirit descending,
a union of river and rain tasting of salt and storm.
The bow no longer stretched across the clouds.
It beat within a man,
a prism with a pulse that could be heard
if you pressed your ear to His chest.

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🔴 Red · The Spirit of the Lord

Deep in the holy foundation fire sat enthroned,
the furnace of the temple-body,
its warmth spreading through ribs and sinew.
Presence breathed in the bone’s cathedral,
root of pulse and altar of every rising flame.

From this hidden chamber the vessel glowed.
Blood learned its liturgy and nerves their song.
When His heel touched ground the dust remembered Paradise.
Here the Father rested within creation’s foundation,
a spark older than time and alive in human form.

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🟠 Orange · The Spirit of Wisdom

From the ember below the current ascended,
tangerine flame curling through belly and breath.
He spoke and matter obeyed.
Parables dripped like honey from the air,
sticky on the tongue and sharp with truth.

Wisdom moved upward from the root-fire,
teaching chaos to remember order
and body to remember God.
The hinge of heaven swung on His words
and sang against nails of light.

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🟡 Yellow · The Spirit of Understanding

The flame climbed to the solar hollow
where compassion turns heat into illumination.
Liquid gold gathered beneath His ribs,
rich with mercy and discernment.

He felt the fracture in every seeker
and heard thirst beating beneath words.
From the bone-fire rose empathy
that turned wounds into songs smelling of rain.
Understanding is the sun within the chest,
rising because the root still burns.

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🟢 Green · The Spirit of Counsel

Emerald wind moved through the heart-field.
Obedience found rhythm,
each command rustling like grass in a storm.
He walked as seed walks, pushed by sap unseen.
Every step drew strength from the river that flowed upward through Him.

Counsel is alignment, breath keeping time with the river’s pulse.

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🔵 Blue · The Spirit of Might

The current reached the arms, sapphire strength lined with gentleness.
He knelt, the basin trembling between His hands.
The same power that split seas now washed feet.

The river from the sacred throne
became a stream of mercy at the fingertips.
Might is power surrendered,
the ocean kneeling to serve the shore.

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🟣 Indigo · The Spirit of Knowledge

Midnight velvet clothed His throat and brow.
Intimacy thickened into breath.
“I and the Father are one.”

Knowledge became the still point between pulses,
the hush before thunder
where thought melts into being.
The flame that began in bone
now spoke as silence.

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⚪ Violet-White · The Spirit of the Fear of the Lord

At last the current crowned the head.
Awe crystallized, bright as dawn and cool on the lips.
In Gethsemane the whole river trembled.
Sweat like blood-roses jeweled His brow.

It was not fear of pain but reverence for perfect alignment,
the dread of one breath out of step with Love.
From holy foundation to crown the current held steady,
one river, one flame, one obedience.
Holy fear is love refined to diamond,
burning clear and consuming only the will.

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The Light Reborn

Seven tongues, one inferno.
A roar rose from the holy foundation through the sternum,
spine singing psalms through bone.

For the first time since Eden the Light did not visit;
it rested.
In Christ the spectrum found its home,
white, blinding, whole,
fragrant with frankincense and salt.

He was the bow bent earthward,
the mercy-arrow released into history’s heart,
its fletching still wet with Jordan water.

He breathed on them
and the breath became fire.

The river refused to be contained.
It leapt from spine to spine and skull to skull,
a sound like silk tearing open the sky.

Heat touched the tongue
and branded the mouth with light.
Every believer became a living conduit,
skin tingling with Spirit and myrrh.
The Church turned into the rainbow reborn in flesh,
not painted but pulsing,
its heartbeat echoing heaven.

The sky no longer needs its sign.
The covenant lives nearer than breath.
The Father inscribes His vow in trembling bone.

Let the sevenfold blaze rise through your marrow:
red life roaring in the root,
orange wisdom threading creation,
yellow understanding glowing beneath the ribs,
green counsel steady in the chest,
blue might flowing through the hands,
indigo knowledge circling the breath,
violet-white awe crowning the brow.

Shine as spectrum of the Unseen,
a walking aurora,
a prism through which the world
first tastes the white-hot kiss of Love,
both scorching and sweet.

The Breath that once hovered over waters
now moves through the temple of flesh,
rising from the sacred throne,
through heart and crown,
bending light through obedience
until mercy colors the earth again.

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Liturgical Note — The Seven Breaths

Each color marks a single breath—inhale from the root, exhale toward the crown—
until the body itself becomes the temple and the reader the altar.
Doctrine becomes respiration; belief becomes pulse.

1. Red — Inhale: Presence entering the foundation.

2. Orange — Exhale: Wisdom rising like dawn.

3. Yellow — Inhale: Understanding warming the heart.

4. Green — Exhale: Counsel aligning the rhythm of breath.

5. Blue — Inhale: Might gathering strength to serve.

6. Indigo — Exhale: Knowledge dissolving into communion.

7. Violet-White — Inhale: Holy awe crowning the breath with light.

Rest in silence—the white breath where all colors merge again.

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for further insight into the human holy of holies, see: The Holy Temple

Strong's Greek —Hieron

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