Pentecost Poem
Love's cup still pours its fill
And we can sip
And feed our veins
With its miraculousness.
Marvel at the Risen Lord, marvel that
A God of such outlandish love
Should love us to the point
Of death, and more -
Pour onto us
Love's gift for lovers -
His Holy Spirit, to shore up
Breached walls
And battle grounds
Where evil limbs are
With virtues bound
And souls' citadels
Restored to holy wonders
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