Roaring wind sound

Haiku of wind and fire

On Pentecost Day

they were gathered in one place,

waiting and praying.

A roaring wind sound

filled the house, shaking them all

to their foundations.

Tongues of holy fire

dance through the air; alighting,

warming hearts and minds.

The Spirit arrives

to ignite love’s fire, bringing

tongues of ecstacy.

Spilling noisily

outside, diverse languages

commanding a crowd.

Folk from all nations

are puzzled, hearing the speech

in their own language.

We’re not drunk! Peter

counters. Rather God’s Spirit

has come upon us.

As Joel, the prophet,

spoke, God pours out God’s Spirit

on all humankind.

Men, women, young, old,

slave, free; the Spirit has come.

The Day has arrived!

These tongues are a sign,

one among many. Be saved:

call upon God’s name!

© Ken Rookes 2023