A Poem for Pentecost

There is so much powerful imagery in the story of Pentecost that it can be hard to find ourselves.

There are such fantastic evens that it seems like nothing that happens in our daily lives. Or at least not mine.

As I’ve been pondering the old story and the present moment of being the church, and finding the Holy Spirit in our midst, I found this poem that I’m sharing with my directees we we begin our time together. I wonder what you hear in these words of poetry and what more it invites you to imagine about yourself and God.