a poem for pentecost
Fire falls, the promised power;
its harbinger the sound of a hurricane.
God’s Holy Spirit has come upon the Church.
Flames come to rest
and frightened men are filled with confidence.
God’s Holy Spirit repairing shattered lives .
The sound of the wind and the sound of many voices in many languages,
Then a lone voice,
The voice of the biggest coward …
The one who denied knowing …
Now speaks with boldness.
Gods Holy Spirit is reaching out.
The Holy Spirit speaks.
120 frightened broken men become 3,000.
The Church is born.