Poem For Pentecost Sunday (Yr C)

SUDDENLY THERE CAME A SOUND. . .
(Acts 2: 1-21)

It was one of those days where
leaves are thrashed
from tree branches writhing
under a racing sky,
and my childhood friend playing
outdoors with me wondered:
does the wind
ever stop blowing?

And does it stop somewhere, he asked again,
or just keep going around and around the world?

Back then I said I didn’t know
but now I know there came a day
when a wind began in a certain house
that filled with a light like flame,

and that wind had the roar of justice,
and that wind had the rush of love,
and that wind had the whisper of peace and compassion,
and it carried the words of hope and joy
to an anxious and needy world,

and it was gentle enough to touch the wounded soul
and strong enough to stir the ever seeking hearts
of women and men, young and old,
from city to distant shores,

and it pulled down walls of distrust and fear
and threw open doors of possibility,
and oaks of hatred have bent in its path
and palisades of pain have fallen to its strength
and new life has spread like scattered seed

and yes, my friend, that wind
circles the world
and no,
it has never stopped blowing.

Copyright ©2016 by Andrew King

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5 thoughts on “Poem For Pentecost Sunday (Yr C)

  1. Elizabeth Horton says:

    I serve a UCC church in Lexington NC. May I print this on front of bulletin for Pentecost Sunday? It is beautiful!

    • Andy King says:

      Thank you so much for your visit and your comment. . . Permission is certainly granted! Blessings to you and your congregation.

  2. Deborah Lind says:

    Andrew,
    Thank you for this poem that transports, connects and moves us around the world with a single breath/spirit. I will read invite my congregation to speak and listen to various translations of the words, Spirit or Holy Ghost or breath. Listen to the sound of the congregation, be aware of your breath and hear the sound of your own voice. (not sure what order)
    Then, I will read your poem and imagine God’s breath and imagine the sound of people speaking. Then they will be forced, I suppose to listen to me for a bit. And, the choir. It’s a beginning…..of awareness that you have begun.
    Grace,
    Deb

    • Andy King says:

      Wow, what an awesome idea. . . Thank you for inviting me, through my poem, to be a part of your worship event this Sunday. May it be a blessing to many! And thank you so much for your visit to my blog and for your wonderful comment.
      Blessings to you and your congregation!

  3. Bless you! I’ve been all over looking for a fitting work of art with which to end tomorrow, and here it is. Full attribution, of course, and no publication. Just your beautiful words from my mouth to their eager ears. What a blessing your work is!

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