A Pentecost Sunday Reflection
Fragility of seed
Cracked open in order to grow
Planted in good deep soil
Bringing life from death.
Readiness of soil
Anticipation of a good crop
Stones and thorns removed
Ground broken, sifted.
Water of life poured over us
Providing nourishment
Working Your mystery with Light
Repent, be baptized
Sins departed, dividing east and west.
The seed-turned-root
Seeks deep earth for security
Holding on to strong soil for dear life
While going underground for the water of life that nourishes.
Roots grow stronger in Wind.
Roaring Wind of Spirit
Infiltrating root structure
Climbing through sturdy trunk
Becoming evident through
Fruit, leaf, needle, blossom.
Winds of affliction
Feeling its burn on our cheeks
Seeking refuge from storm
Seed cones broken open in order to
Travel to new places for planting
Picked up by the swirling winds in the fire of adversity
A new forest planted.
Respite from the storm when needed
A high crag where I run for dear life
Hiding behind boulders
Safe in granite hideouts.
Safety as He brings me
Right into His presence
While His hurricane anger brings about justice
While shrewdly working around evil intentions.
I name the evil in my yearning for redemption, for restoration.
He gives Word, the language of prayer in action
Like a bloom-seed that drops back into good soil for the next crop
For the next generation of trees.
Seed-words of love and life
To be carried by the Wind once more, to take root in other places
To bring forth new text, language, structure, a place to belong
A word spread forth through different lungs and mouths
And the cycle of death and resurrected life continues.
Blow, Mysterious Wind, Blow. Your kingdom come.
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Beautiful!
Thank You Shirley!