Pentecost 2015
He left us,
and so we locked the doors with double bars,
but not our hearts.
The tomb was layered in darkness,
like a bed mat buried in rugs,
a black and hidden place
that made Easter flash the brighter,
a circle of volcanoes erupting with seas of lava,
like chunks of sun that torched the land,
and burned away the past.
The earthquakes
re-consigned the landmarks,
with maps made obsolete
and history’s perspective forever changed.
The fiercest change took place inside us,
with the wind untangling our thinking,
aligning concepts in Spirit mode and pattern,
and the flames,
those tiny tongues of fire
ignited our hearts to blaze as torches
that fired the way of love.
He left us,
with a Paraclete, to fill his place,
an Advocate, a Comforter
with dwelling deep inside us,
directing prayer with fiery groaning.
Appearances remained the same,
our work and food and time for sleep,
but nothing was the same
once Pentecost consumed our lives.
We interacted and communicated
with the patience of hope,
contained by peaceful confidence
and the trust of perseverance.
The surest sign of the Spirit’s presence
was the joy that pervaded our lives,
tickling our voices to sing,
extending joy to brother and sister.
May 2015
Bonaventure Stefun, OFM Cap.
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