Pentecost
When you left us
I saw how the clouds parted,
rent curtains,
as you cleared earth’s
drossy smear,
and passed into a heaven
bright beyond
my wildest imagining.Bereft, fearful, we
shut tight the door
against wolves’ howling
and waited for you
to keep your promise.At first it was a whisper,
the sea-ward wind
prying loose our
weak walls,but soon the song rose, until
its power overwhelmed us
with chords of faith,
and, afire at last,
we spoke!
Soon the song rose…
it’s melody attracted people from near and far. From the quiet fear of abandonment to the brave expression of faith – Pentecost had arrived.
It is now — the time to speak.
What energy sweeps down to fill us this day!!
The timing is perfect (as God’s timing seems to be). At this moment, in this ever-reaching community known as the world, we long for inspiration to speak out. We receive inspiration to raise our voices, speak of our faith for all to hear, and raise our hands to support those in need.
Pentecost has arrived. Breathe deep that the spirit may fill you with everything needed to spread God’s good news.
Poem – Steven Federle
Image – Ed de Guzman