…and the sound of a wind. Acts 2 v2
For an instant it was quiet.
Then the sound of the wind
like an invisible gatecrasher,
a rush before the rainstorm,
filled the air -
a powerful charge
in the atmosphere of time.
But nothing stirred.
The days gleaning of dust
loitering on the floor
in its silent vigil to the heat.
And there was the sound of the wind
a gathering tide rushing sea defences
an unstoppable movement in the flow of time.
The sound only, filled the air
a wind unsensed by eye.
No tell-tale genuflection of drapes
no bowing of stems nor wafting of smell.
There was the sound of the wind.
There was a sign of this invisible guest
there were beach-crashing waves
there were cloud-rending, life changing,
And there were tongues of fire.