On this day of Pentecost, a cloudy sky dimly shines through the window
while I sit here, sipping my cup of tea,
gentle raindrops falling on a wood
of bright green leaves.
No tongues of fire
or windy skies,
but that is
how it is
also in a
in the quiet,to still our souls
and remind us
that the Divine,
the Holy Spirit,
is Holy Presence,
in Spirit form–everywhere–
both near and far
and high and low
and deep within my heart,and your heart, and the hearts
of people living on the other side
of the globe–maybe even of the universe.
Yes, Lord, pour out your Spirit afresh on us,
on all of us, renewing our lives and the earth,
raining down on us like raindrops, soaking deepinto the soil of the earth and the soil of our souls.
May this rain of the Spirit bring new life, an ever-growing
communion and holiness within and among us, more and more each day.
Text: Julie McCarthy
Image: VIth Century Book of Gospels