Come, Holy Spirit, Breathe
Day of Pentecost; Ezekiel 37:1-14, Acts 2:1-21, John 15:26,27, 16:4b-15
Come, Holy Spirit, breathe, put flesh and life on bones:
on desiccated liturgies and rigid ribs of pews.
We’ve lost the gift of tongues, the surge of fire and wind,
the burning in the heart that leaps to recognize good news.
Like wind that summons change, stir up our spirit gifts:
give energy to risk and dare, to fail and try again.
Breathe life into our dreams, ignite fresh sparks of hope,
that we may rise despite the weight of our remembered pain.
Give us the words to say when challenged by disdain:
we hear the mockers claim that faith is less than fairy tale.
Along with many tongues, let meanings now be heard,
and people choose a greater good than merchandise for sale.
Come, Holy Spirit, muse, work with our arts and crafts:
creating in God’s image, let us challenge and inspire.
Be Advocate and Guide to lead us to all truth,
then we’ll be drawn towards our God by magnets of desire.
Barbara Messner 15/05/2024
Stir us up, indeed!
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This is wonderful. The “desiccated liturgies and rigid ribs of pews” really came home.
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It doesn’t apply to where I’m doing the locum at present, so I felt a bit bad putting those phrases in, but it applies in many places here.
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