The winds blew loudly all around.
Tongues of flame danced without a sound.
The gibberish speaking in many a tongue
was like new songs first being sung.
Was it an eagle, no it was a dove
that slowly entered from above.
Nothing like this had happened before,
a church service that wouldn’t bore.
Peter stood up and saw the crowd
and gave a message clear and loud.
“We aren’t drunk like it might seem.
We have power from the Spirit’s stream.”
People there from all around
began to smile where they all had frowned.
The church that on that day had its birth
started spreading ‘round the earth.
Pentecost is not just one day a year.
It live in all who have ears to hear
the Spirit which had seemed to hide
will always in our hearts abide.
God bless you. Kathy
Georg
Be always safe,
Karen
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Outstanding rhythm in poetic enchantment. "Pentecost" inspires and strikes the inner mind to learn.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Peace,
Dan