A Pentecost Poem/Prayer Sunday 15th May 2016 @ 9:53 am
Written on retreat recently, in the beautiful space of Dollymount Strand.
When what I thought was lost Was really found And the sun sheds warmth Into a story of storms and theophanies, I open my eyes And see three things.
Two hundred people Or more Crammed into a metal cylinder Hurtling toward New York at 500mph And I can see them Their trail leaves a sign.
And below them A brilliant bird Small, nimble, floating in one place Allowing the wind to keep it steady And suddenly As I watch It pulls in its wings And dips And dives. Incredible mastery of self And of the wind. It falls 6ft, and opens its wings and steadies itself again The mastery is glorious. Holding its wings, open to float closed to dive Open and float Close and dive. It majestically repeats Until it lands. Safe and successful
And then I see the kite. Large and captivating With a human using all strength to keep control. Tethered between the kite And a surf board The human takes his chances And invites the wind to do what the wind does. Move him. Help Him Rise. And rise he does Mustering his strength And poise Using all of him To join in what the wind has to offer.
Let it be with me Lord Let it be with us at Pentecost Let us, let me, relive afresh what your wind has to offer Ruach Breath Breathe.
Help me fly. To hurtle toward liberty and transformation To sweep and swoop Held by your wind Holding to the gusts of your life Kept alive by your breath. Spirit of God. Wind of God. Breath of God. Breathe.
