Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them,
and a tongue rested on each of them.
All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit.
—Acts 2. 3-4
One fire,
a million sparks
from the first “Let there be light”
still shining in the one darkness
one sun’s light radiating
in a billion directions
light always shining, only radiating,
never stopping, never dying
in us
consuming fire
burning off all but the precious,
all but the true,
transforming us into light
flame of pure love
creating us
becomes us
How vainly we try
without knowing
to put it out
when it will carry us
through all this
into the next joyful world.
Pentecost, 2015