Pentecost Poem by Roy Ballard

Sad for something that you held
a moment once and lost,
in all the world unparalleled,
a fleeting pentecost,
a revelation briefly gained,
too like a dream to be retained?

I share with you that history,
that joy without a cause,
the unexpected mystery
that boundless love is yours;
an insight from another earth
esteeming us beyond our worth.

Then, like a song we might have sung
but cannot find again,
words lost upon the tip of tongue,
like colours made by rain,
it's gone; though we may clutch and claw,
to traces, hints, to bliss no more.