The day was hot—no escape from
the beating-down sun, no shade, no respite here
the upper room close and stifling, sweat glistening on every upturned face
anticipating, knowing not what, but waiting nonetheless, faithful to the angel’s instruction.
And then, of a sudden, a subtle change. . .and out of nowhere a curl of air teases
“Glory be to God!” it is deliciously cool
and they give thanks.
But then wisp gradually gusts to wind, a breath so cool and refreshing, swelling and more insistent
until its whisper grows to a moan and the moan to a roar
and the disciples know there is Someone in the wind,
Someone is coming, the One they have been waiting for
—no dread, no fear, only joy.
Then on and all about them there are flames
bathing them in the Spirit of God, incandescent with the power of the coming
And they are free of all that held them back
Held them down.
Now, at last ready, they pour into the streets
Speaking his name, proclaiming the message
And all understand
And caught up in the message believe
and embrace each other
and in that moment, know peace beyond all understanding.
Transformed and newly wise
the disciples smile
for so, it begins. . .
Rev. Phyllis McHugh
St. Thomas More ANCC (Elkins Park, PA)