Pentecost

When you left us I saw how the clouds parted, rent curtains, as you cleared earth’s drossy smear, and passed into a heaven bright beyond my wildest imagining. Bereft, fearful, we shut tight the door against wolves’ howling and waited for you to keep your promise. At first it was a whisper, the sea-ward wind prying loose our weak walls, but soon the song rose, until its power overwhelmed us with chords of faith, and, afire at last, we spoke!