It can cost a lot
in reputations tarnished and
you can look stoned at 9.00 am
and be stoned-to-death by 10.00.
The Spirit’s breath
never leaving things as it finds them
or in the same place.
The Spirit’s fire warms, but
close enough and fierce enough
to singe and scar and pain,
things never quite the same again.
Pentecost knocks us off our feet,
seeing the world with a new horizon,
becoming the change we long for and
the answers to our persistent prayers:
loving in a place of hating;
painting rainbows in the dark;
dancing in the land of the lame;
letting go when all are hanging on;
speaking truth in a language of lies;
giving away at a time of great keeping;
fasting slowly at the table of indulgence;
forgiving in an atmosphere of retribution;
standing for peace in a world falling for war;
moving to the edge when everyone travels to the centre.