The wind rushed

After Acts 2:1-8

The wind rushed in violence,

a scouring, dust flying and blinding

our eyes, pouring over us like

blood invisible but heard, the sound

of filling and the sound of fear, and awe.

As it flowed around and into,

as it streamed within to without,

a pouring of voices, words, languages

erupting from an inner unknown,

strange words and sounds pouring

over those assembled in expectation,

over those told to wait,

but never expecting this wind,

this rushing, this violence, this flame,

this transformation.

Photograph by Luca Zanon via Unsplash. Used with permission.