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Pentecost and Drifting Smoke
I will not leave you orphans
-John 14:18
A mighty wind has passed, an ashen wind
It was not the Wind we were waiting for
Nor yet again Holy Wisdom’s tongues of fire
But only Babel’s burning ziggurat
Since still we speak in many languages
And not the language of the Son of God
We pray for next year in Jerusalem
And fail to see that it is here, and now
For when our brothers prayed for life and breath
Our silence gave them only tears and death
1 comment:
Such a solemn sad write.
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