Breath: A Pentecost Poem

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Breath

Tongues of fire
Slip under the door
Lighting the space between us

Ruach

Tongues of men and women
Fill homes, streets and temples
Joining and mixing into one song

Spirit

Tongues of angels
All in chorus tell a new story:
God, once far off, now lives within

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