Pentecost Sunday

Poem for May 19th Pentecost Sunday

poetry and image (c) Jan Richardson

"When the day of Pentecost had come, they were all together in one place." 
Acts 2:1

When We Breathe Together

This is the blessing
we cannot speak
by ourselves.

This is the blessing
we cannot summon
by our own devices,
cannot shape
to our own purposes,
cannot bend
to our own will.

This is the blessing
that comes
when we leave behind
our aloneness,
when we gather
together,
when we turn
toward one another.

This is the blessing 
that blazes among us
when we speak 
the words 
strange to our ears,
when we finally listen
into the chaos,
when we breathe together
at last. 

~ Jan Richardson~