Pentecost Waiting

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Presence as a loud roar,

a celestial surprise

opening the sealed up heavens…

I still sit in silence

after storming the pearly gates

requesting audience,

but instead the only noise I hear 

are kids 

tumbling

d

o

w

n

stairs,

to jump start a day.

Newly poured spirit

sprang 

u ^p

like hot flame,

burning off fear

consuming darkness…

It’s raining here today,

water soaked dirt

quenching the spark

of renewal,

of life,

of hope.

Even so,

I wait.

Understanding

isn’t a claim

I stake concerning You

or all You allow.

I don’t even allege to 

like You at times.

I do assert,

for now,

You seem elusive, 

confounding,

unfathomable,

All at a time 

I grasp for 

fixed, 

defined,

predictable.

Even so, 

I wait.

Men, ragtag and redeemed, 

in a high room

joined by 

devoted women,

every one of them

huddled 

and wondering; 

puzzled 

but pondering;

frightened; 

yet tethered

by something greater.

I am them,

because I trust You.

All the while,

I sit in deafening quiet 

with saturated ground,

waiting

for You

to come

in a fresh, new way.

To burn up the confusion,

autocorrect my pain,

illuminate my path.

To rush in with Your exhale,

expand my lungs,

fill me with breath.