We Have Not the Wit For Whit
We have not the wit for Whit
third of this trinity of Easter
Christmas and Pentacost.
The Bible talks of wind and fire
so deadly that we desire earth
to keep us from the wind that
keeps us cool and water that
can drown us all yet slake our thirst
as we pray and work to try to balance
these impersonal ferocious forces for good.
This special breathing that the
Apostles frightened at first others,
if not themselves, was not that noised
today speaking like the tongues of Babel
that want to make even the most socialable
scream for silence, but the truth of the Holy Spirit
transforming humans to wonder at God's world like
the healthy cry of a baby just born that gives the joy of joys
to the parents like the Holy Paraclete for us at Pentacost.
Copyright © Peter Dorr | Year Posted 2013
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