Pentecost Poem by Francisco R. Albano

Once she surprised as tongues of lightning
Filling the night with thunder
Promising virginal creation.

Once clouds broke up in gentle winds
To display her arranged as evening stars
Promising descent on hearts in labor.

Once she was silence of my self
Wondering if I too in her expanse
Was her sacramental disguise.

Pluriform are the ways she is.
She unfolds in clearings of heart and soul
With revelations that nights are lighted
And silences pronounce their words
That life is good and one in Spirit.