Pentecost

A sonnet

When heaven’s fire fell with a mighty rush

Of wind, when did the promised knowledge come?

Was it immediate? Was there a hush

When words once memorized rose in their sum

And promises like corn popped under heat

From Holy heaven’s breath and flame that day?

Now boldness clear and warmth and light do meet

In Him who touches lips a secret way.

With Love of God now poured into our heart

We feel the pulse of heaven’s own now beat,

And plunged into a shoreless ocean, start

To glimpse the boundless Love of God we meet.

The mighty Wind who came that day still blows

The Lord and Life-giver still life bestows