Pentecost haiku
Seven week had passed.
His friends were all together,
gathered in one place.
Suddenly a roar
of rushing wind filled the house;
tongues of flame, resting.
Filled with the Spirit,
their tongues were released, speaking
other languages.
Outside in the street
the crowd from many nations
hear in their own speech.
They’re from Galilee,
yet we understand, as they
speak of God’s power!
Some ask, What means this?
Others scoff, sneering: they’re drunk
on too much new wine.
Peter stands up, speaks:
It’s too early to be drunk;
only nine a.m!
In the prophet, Joel,
we read how God will pour God’s
Spirit on all flesh.
Young folk, old folk, slaves,
men and women; they shall dream
dreams and see visions.
It is coming near,
the Lord’s day; when all who call
on God’s name are saved.
© Ken Rookes 2024
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