A Poem a Sunday
Pentecost – A
June 4, 2017
John 7:37-3 – NRSV
(Alternative Gospel
reading for RCL – A)
Two poems are offered for this Pentecost Sunday.
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Rivers of Living Water
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Rivers of Living Water
37 On
the last day of the festival, the great day, while Jesus was standing there, he
cried out, “Let anyone who is thirsty come to me, 38 and let the one
who believes in me drink. As[a] the
scripture has said, ‘Out of the believer’s heart[b] shall flow
rivers of living water.’” 39 Now he said this about the Spirit, which
believers in him were to receive; for as yet there was no Spirit,[c] because Jesus was not yet glorified.
Footnotes:
John
7:38 Or come
to me and drink. 38 The one who believes in me, as
John
7:38 Gk out
of his belly
John
7:39 Other
ancient authorities read for as yet the Spirit (others, Holy
Spirit) had not been given
A Poem a Sunday
Pentecost Sunday - A
Genesis Spirit
Glide,
glide seaside flight
enfolding
edges of the night.
Capture
sun, capture moon;
embrace enfold around your plume.
Hold
in rapture
shoreline’s
sand;
capture
waves
within
your band.
Dive
and rise
to
meet the stars.
Spread
full length
they
are yours.
Now
the music
of
the spheres,
pounding
waves,
make
them yours.
Now
enfold
into
your heart
cliffs
you’ve climbed
in
soaring art.
Now
enfold,
embrace,
and fly,
you’ve
captured
the
endless sky.
Die
and rise,
the
universe,
created
now
in
your new birth.
Break,
break,
oh
waves of justice,
and
mark the sand
that
our land
may
be born again.
Baptized
by tidal waves
from
moonstruck bays
overflow
our cities.
Flow
and cut canals
for
those who know
no
freedom – bound
by
class, wealth, race.
Blast
a sound –
crush
walls, crumble barriers.
Flood
us furious waves.
Rivers of living waters,
break
and come!
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