Wind

A poem on Pentecost

Marking the End of Eastertide

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Blow wind blow 
Fierce and thunderous 
Fresh and faithful 
Blow away the chaff 

Fresh wind come 
Gentle breeze come rest 
Rest on us and bless 
Come anew alight on us 

You are all I want to see 
You are the fragrance of heaven 
Your voice I long to hear  
oh sweet whispers of heaven come

I will taste your goodness 
In the land of the living 
The gentle breeze murmurs come 
I hear and am enthralled to obey 

A fresh out-pour we pray 
A thunderous rain of fire 
oh Wind, caressing and comforting 
So powerful it propels us to love 

~DFD

”But this is what was uttered through the prophet Joel: “‘And in the last days it shall be, God declares, that I will pour out my Spirit on all flesh, and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams; even on my male servants and female servants in those days I will pour out my Spirit, and they shall prophesy. And I will show wonders in the heavens above and signs on the earth below, blood, and fire, and vapor of smoke; the sun shall be turned to darkness and the moon to blood, before the day of the Lord comes, the great and magnificent day. And it shall come to pass that everyone who calls upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.’

Acts 2:16-21

Gracefully,