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.

On them
In them
With them
The Holy Spirit speaks.
120 frightened broken men become 3,000.

The Church is born.

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