War’s raging fires smothered the youthful fire to a smoldering ember.
Now it flames forth in those coming to life’s October and November
We are cojoled to be quiet and not speak of the loss
We are encouraged to confront God’s spirit at Pentecost
How does one accept the burning spirit of the living God
When we refuse to give the fullness of our human spirits a mere nod
We symbolize this day with a bright fiery red
Yet we fight to smother the fire burning in our own heads
A conversation, a touch, a look or maybe a lost word
Breaks open the fire to babble its truth that seeks to be heard
So come now Holy Spirit of God our Creator
Flame our human spirits that with your spirit we may eternally soar.
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