God’s Act in Acts
A blast of wind grates its weight
across our church’s slate roof, tugs
at the stained glass windows. And just at
this moment a wild morning sun blazes
through the nave like a signal, blessing
the altar, lighting the preacher’s face.
And I remember the ancient story–
about a sacred wind that carried Your
hot breath. A wildfire, it licked
the heads of the locals, formed words,
spread in a conflagration of gospel speech,
grew until whole languages roared
beyond all borders.
Strike our dull matches. Light us today
even if our dark wicks only flicker in a corner.
Translate our lives into Your words.
Where color is spare
Take These Words
God's Act in Acts
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Sonnet for my left hip
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Mary Considers Her Situation
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The longevity of roots
The Returns of Love
Photos from My Trip
The Songs of Camoapa
The Annunciatory Angel
Psalm for the January Thaw
The chair without distinction
The blue eyeball
Peace on earth
Robin in the Late Afternoon
Catch of the Day
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