Eternal Echoes

Pentecost awakening...

what wakes me now with a roar

like the distant sound of 

a waterfall throwing itself

onto the rocks below,

tracing rainbows in the air?

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what power is this

bursting through the atmosphere

with a pulse like 

excitement, electric

with light, like a heavenly dance floor

in the sky?

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what presence is this,

as tongues of flame dance

around us, and none is burned,

but all are filled with joy that spills

in torrents from our mouths,

a river unstoppable?

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what love is this,

refusing to cease, drawing and calling,

freeing, inspiring, demanding exacting,

what love is this

that holds us with an iron grip

as soft as new fallen snow?

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what life , what love,

what presence, what power

is this?

what wakes me now

in a yearning to be free?

 

a new order

the old order

of things

Is passing, a 

new day

has dawned,

in my soul

a flame,

a fire, has

been kindled,

and though

at times

it burns low

it will not

be extinguished...

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the old order

of things

Is passing, a 

new day

Has dawned,

in my soul

a spring,

living water

has begun to

flow,

and though

at times

it is

only a trickle

it will not

dry up...

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the old order

of things

Is passing, a 

new day

Has dawned,

in my soul

a soft breeze

blows scattering

the debris of

what was,

and though

at times

it is softer than

a single breath

it will not cease....

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the old order

of things

IS passing, a 

new day

HAS dawned