Page 27 - For A Season

Pentecost

Was it the muted roar of a seashell pressed against an ear;
only larger and louder than the sea itself?

Was it the sound of a hundred doves rising with one breath,
beating the air into a tempestuous wind?

Did flames flutter in that wind nearly flicker out
yet remain?

Were people confused by the Babel sounds, only to discover clarity
when your Spirit swept in as invisible wind, as creative divine fire?

Do we mock the desire
gripping those who threw small blazing sticks from medieval towers?

Have we lost the passion moving those who later tossed
rose petals from the rooftops into morning air?

Have we squandered our sense of wonder?

Think how eager they were to see fire and flowers dance and whirl –
to invite flames a thousand years old.

In this third millennium
will we seek a different form of drama?

Or will we prefer the safety of stories?

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Published in House of Blessing, sitting duck press, 2010. Revised