A Channel

Wild Spirit
Storm hits my face
Muscled man
Touches with such grace

Fragrant waft
Spills from flowered tree
Assails my senses
Living fire burning me

Little sparks
Break the dark
Little words
Children run to me

I take her in
‘Welcome to my home’
‘Fill me’
‘Baptise me’
‘Send me on your cause’

Some will sneer and turn away
All will be perplexed
Words flow through my mouth
Wonder at what could be next

I am but a conduit
An aqueduct for God to flow through
Take my body and all that I am
A channel made a new

Pentecost Sunday
Reminds me to be open to the new
Take this jar of clay
Fill it till overflows of you

Barry Pearman

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