(A poem, I wrote at Pentecost in 2018, reflecting on both the ‘arrival’ of the Spirit for the disciples, recorded in Acts 2, and the ongoing work of the Spirit today.) 

Tongues of fire

A rushing wind,

Tempest,

Tumult,

Peace.

Fire!

 

Boughs break,

Earth quake,

The room, shake,

My heart to make

Holy.

 

Inside,

Reveal my pride,

Break the divide,

Heal my wide

Open soul.

 

The tongue –

On fire,

Open fire,

Under fire,

Inspire.

Fan my desire

For You!