Pentecost

Holy Spirit, thank you for those moments,
moments that come unexpectedly
when I feel your presence around me.

Sometimes you are like a light breeze,
that rustles summer leaves
refreshing coolness in the heat.

Sometimes you are like the wind
so strong i stir like grass,
bending to the force of your love and calling.

I thank you, Lord
for these precious moments,
richly given to me,
many come suddenly, as gift.

I ask you Lord
stir me like shimmering grass
bend me like a river reed
to the voice and pathway you have set for me.


-vespers on the eve of my departure, still and alone (but not lonely) on a favourite running route