Pentecost

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In  the celebration of Pentecost tomorrow. 
Listen

The gentle breeze is blowing.
The birds are singing in the trees.
The night crawlers cry out.

Listen

Do you hear the cries of those shaking in fear?
Do you hear the grumbling within the bellies of those who pass by?
Do you hear the slurs of hatred spewing forth?

Listen

The world is awaiting a whisper of gentleness.
Our neighbors are gathered to hear the ringing of peace.
The praise of joy lingers in anticipation.

Listen

The movement of God’s holy companion comes upon us.
The offering of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, and self-control is filling us.
The calling to listen and respond is beckoning us forward.

Listen.

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