Pentecost

Wind like a freight train, like a tornado –
not just a breeze whistling around the corner of the house –
but a full-on roar!
How did those tongues of flame stay put,
in all that roaring, rushing wind?
Ruach.
Breath of God, blow through us.
Knock us over with your power.
Fill us.
Come, Holy Spirit, come,

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