Sometimes you spell it out for us: <br />God’s earth – the matter of the universe, <br />holding without form at first, <br />all God’s love, grace, mercy, pardon, <br />as our earth which was yet to nourish; <br /> <br />God’s water – as His love, <br />flowing now; now binding hearts together; <br />baptizing with His grace; <br /> <br />God’s fire – that warms, consumes, <br />shines as the beauty of His blessing; <br />a light so bright, we cannot see His form.. <br /> <br />What then, would you say <br />of God’s own air? That holy spirit, <br />that blows His grace as blow it will; <br />breathes through His boundless space <br />upon the souls in their own upper air; <br /> <br />And what then of God’s fifth element – <br />the ether, humming His vibrations? <br />what of the sound of God? <br />what may we listen to, or sound, of Him? <br /> <br />The upper room <br />of house, of soul; <br />a rushing, mighty wind <br />whose sound blew through their lives <br />with many voices; tongues of flame <br />around their heads; <br />and as much spirit, love, and grace, <br />and as much nourishment and daily bread <br />as man to man; <br />as soul to soul; <br />as godself to godself; <br /> <br />perhaps, as John said, <br />remembering that Pentecost - <br />one word.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-five-of-pentecost-to-marsilio-ficino/
