Four Pentecost Winds
Still and burnished as a mirror,
Until the Holy Breath breathed texts
Over the unformed void
Stirring it up,
Singing to it like a mother to their own children 😛 TAGEND
Earth brought forth from her slumber
Hallowed and cherished and tumbled
By that see Feeling, restless in creativity.
Adrift after an eternity of downpour,
Buffeted by the waves
That once again were driven and structured
By the Wind of God into subsidence, until
Bumping ashore on a high hill
To begin again.
Feels the mountains shake and practically split
At the press of that same typhoon,
Lays down his mantle
And leaps astride that zephyr
As it carries him from the bonds of earth.
Of the faithful
Locked behind doors
Cannot withstand that Spirit
When She daybreaks upon crown and forehead,
Set recollections aflame like wildfire through dry sage.
That same Spirit
Split the heavens at His baptism
Split the Temple curtain at His death,
Stirred and soothed the grasses
Where his impaled paw pass at His rising.
Break open the turbulent hearts
From the men and women who still are willing
To let the Spirit fill them like a sail
And carry them out rejoicing,
Four Strong Winds
God is still speaking brand-new life
Into goodness and blessing
Stirring the oceans of baptism
Revealing among us a brand-new Creation
If we consent to be filled.
Fill us and refurbish us
Knit together as one
In Love’s Name,
O Spirit of the Living God.
The Rev. Leslie Scoopmire is a writer, musician, and a pastor in the Diocese of Missouri. She is rector of St. Martin’s Episcopal Church in Ellisville, MO. She announces daily devotions, musings, and lectures at her blog Abiding In Hope, and compiles spiritual writings and idols at Poems, Psalms, and Prayers.
Read more: episcopalcafe.com