Friday, December 18, 2020

A rushing wind

After Acts 2:1-13

It is the wind we hear,
the rushing sound,
the mighty roar filling
the space around us,
the space inside us.

Tongues of fire appear, 
divide and rest above
each of us, a singularity
translating into tongues
all could understand.

The sound brings men
running to where we are,
shocked to hear languages
flowing from tongues of men
and from tongues of fire.

Before we miss it, though, 
there is a preamble 
to all of this, a presupposition
or possibly even a pre-condition:
we were all together.

Photograph by Mahkeo via Unsplash. Used with permission.

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