Friday, February 13, 2009

The Winds of Pentecost


The Winds of Pentecost

Tongues of flame standing.
In a simple room the wind's voice
driving sandstorm words of vision.
It is a scene a desert mind
can conceive

Afterwards the hushed
vacuum of the street, the brothers
one by one scratching their heads

moving off, flames
faint blue in their widening eyes


Keith Wilson

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