Sunday, May 31, 2015

Pentecost


The corners of the ceiling
begin to vibrate, a low hum
building to noise, a buzzing
of a hundred hives in unison,
a wind of noise and sound,
the rushing and roar
of a severe violence
bursting upon them;
they cover their ears
as the fire burning
not consuming, dancing
upon their heads, touching
without burning,
a fiery furnace that doesn’t
consume or even singe,
but producing the fire
of the voices of nations.


Photograph by Julie Gentry via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

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