Wind and fire — Duncan Wilson, UK

Thoughts on Pentecost…

Who could have predicted it?
What did they expect?
A mild morning breeze?
A gentle introduction,
a saunter
into a new way of life?
Not by the sound of it.
For the Holy Spirit read ‘typhoon’
or ‘whirlwind’ – everyone’s hair restyled –
garments turned inside out – blown into sails –
feet unsteady – hands over eyes –
riding God’s ‘big-dipper’ –
Shrieks of delight?
What a day!
What a place to be!
Tongues of fire,
fingers of flame,
settling on each
and everyone,
like you, like me,
a baptism of hope, of love and zeal.

Pentecost window, Douia, France