Pentecost
Cottonwood dances
to a patternless pattern,
snowflakes in June,
order within chaos,
a reminder of unity in diversity
and diversity in unity.
All is One, and, the One is all.
And the Spirit blows where it wills.
And a dream — of a child, shabbily dressed, lost, afraid, forgotten. Until someone with a caring heart comforts him and leads him to his destination. That child is me. That child is us. That someone is me. That someone is us. Upon reflection, the scriptures resound: the Prodigal Son, the Beatitudes, especially the poor in spirit, the merciful and the meek, who are given the kingdom, the earth and mercy. The fruits of the Spirit – love joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, (tolerance), gentleness and self-control. And lastly, the parable of the Last Judgment – “Whenever (& wherever) you did this to the least of my brothers & sisters, you did it to me.”
