The Day of Pentecost (May 19th)

"When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place. And suddenly from heaven there came a sound like the rush of a violent wind, and it filled the entire house where they were sitting. Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and a tongue rested on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other languages, as the Spirit gave them ability.” Acts 2:1-4

Christmas is like that
old, fraying-at-the-edges
sweater we slip into
on cold winter nights,
so comfortable, so comforting,
that we are warmed by the
memories it evokes in us.
Easter is still a paradox
but we have taken care
of having to solve it
by simply detouring onto
that road lined with butterflies,
bunnies, baskets with goodies,
and a parade of spring finery.
but Pentecost?
who in the world wants
those windows we shut
in our hearts and double-latched
to be blown wide open,
and why would anyone like
to feel flames dancing on top
of their souls bringing them
wide awake from their slumber,
and does anyone desire
to suddenly start speaking
in a different way when we
take such pleasure in
those words which really
don’t reveal anything about us?

© 2024 Thom M. Shuman

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