Holy Gust
Fresh from Pentecost, our celebration
moved to lunch in the Rectory garden,
with views to the coast, for inspiration.
Spread on tablecloths we'd hardly begun
the quiche, ham, tomatoes, salad, or pies
when a westerly gust lifted our fare –
cloths and paper plates with lettuce and fries.
We reached out to grab our lunch from the air!
So rising to the challenge we gathered
and ate as fast as we could, in laughter
sharing fragments of what had been scattered,
at one as we'd been before the Altar.
Such was the tease of the Holy Spirit
to which we responded I felt with credit.
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