Acts 2: 1-11
by Liz Dolan
And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in foreign tongues...
Denied speech and life, you, I imagine now,
with The Gift of Tongues,
chastising squirrels and chipmunks
who scurry above disturbing your rest,
clucking at white-tailed deer
who eat winter pansies I planted.
I hear you lark-sing in opaline light,
hear signals you send to beetles and ants
who weave mazes for your lily fingers
as they trace the
glistening umbilical cord
about your neck laced with acorns and berries.
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