(Luke 24:36-42 or John 20:19-23)
they huddle in the dark, locked room
seeking safety in silence and withdrawal
‘til a might wind levels their defenses,
erasing evidence of what was.
tongues of fire anoint each,
resurrecting tongues of flesh interred in caves of silence.
breath of God inspirits numbed disciple-bodies to stand,
to speak, to be sent.
“peace be with you” flung to the air in a Babel of praise.
prodigal promise of Spirit gifts
have pentecosted these common folk
into uncommon giving and forgiving.
the ends of the earth too confining to contain their joy.