a poem in my pocket

We’ve celebrated Easter…Pentecost is coming! 

burning bush in desert place

holy ground tread with bare feet

temple built as sacred space

where heaven and earth did meet

virgin’s womb a holy space

where divine entered our world

fishing boat or grassy place;

when Jesus spoke, truth unfurled

upon the cross where he stayed

hanging between sacred space

in the garden where he laid

death couldn’t silence holy grace

holiness we now receive

spirit fire from heaven’s hand

wholly people who believe

God’s house gathers from all lands