Pentecost
four lunes
PENTECOST LUNES
without the spirit
the word won’t
wash the mouth with fire
/
before the word, there’s
the sound of
breath being drawn in
/
undone, the unseen
animates
a heart pierced silent
/
beyond mind the ghost
waits, fluent
in becoming you
I have just encountered your poetry for the first time today, and I want to thank you for sharing this luminous work on the platform. I am an English prof at a Christian college, so not surprisingly, faith projections in literature are of particular interest to me. Your sensitively wrought portrayal of transformative grace experienced through a recognition that we live in a fallen yet glorious world touches me deeply from both an artistic and a personal perspective.
What a quietly eloquent reminder to become “fluent” in sharing this redemptive message through empathetic understanding and an emptying of self. Truly beautiful!
"fluent/in becoming you"