Pentecost: Our Mother-Tongue is Love
Today we feel the wind beneath our wings
Today  the hidden fountain flows and plays
Today the church draws breath at last and sings
As every flame becomes a Tongue of praise.
This is the feast of fire, air, and water
Poured out and breathed and kindled into earth.
The earth herself awakens to her maker
And is translated out of death to birth.
The right words come today in their right order
And every word spells freedom and release
Today the gospel crosses every border
All tongues are loosened by the Prince of Peace
Today the lost are found in His translation.
Whose mother-tongue is Love, in  every nation.
                       ~ Malcolm Guite
And so, in unison we pray: Come O Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful, and enkindle in them the Fire of your Love. Amen
Happy Pentecost celebration!