Before Pentecost

Ah, blessed and beautiful Spirit of God!

If you were a flowering azalea,
I would be a butterfly
resting on your petals and savoring your perfume.

If you were an expansive ocean,
I would be a kid on the beach
chasing the tides and dipping my toes in the surf.

If you were a thick novel,
I would be the avid reader
feasting on your words, delighting in your story.

If you were rich brown coffee beans,
I would reach for you daily
loving your strength, eagerly awaiting your rush of energy.

But for now, before Pentecost, you are the absent companion
and I am the meandering, lackluster disciple
needing enthusiasm, longing for your nearness.

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