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Rushing Wind,
Blow
Through these
Our Upper Rooms
Remove with your Breath
fears
short-sighted sentiments
dreams which displace your Dreams
Propel us from our hiding places
Into this planet You so love,
Potent
Powerful
Pentecost...
For a Second Time
Make us Flaming Tongues
Onto which You turn
The Bellows of Heaven
Flood again
Your beloved world...
...This Time,
in
Fire
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"His word was in my heart like a burning fire shut up in my bones"
-Jeremiah 20:9