Year B - Pentecost or Energy to Witness
May 24, 2015
When the day of Pentecost had come
the hand of the Lord came upon me
and suddenly from heaven there came a sound
like the rush of a violent wind
and I found myself in the middle of a valley filled with dry bones,
a room locked and filled with fear.
Can these bones live?
Can this fear abate?
Only G*D knows.
Only speaking to strangers will avail.
Such stories go on and on.
How will it turn out this time?
Dancing skeletons?
New community?
Open your maw,
receive mercy,
rise.
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