PENTECOST DREAM
Fine rain
From way beyond
Our consciousness
Falls undefiled
Transparent pure
Devoid of acid
Human waste
So, mirrored in each drop
We stand immobilised
In shame at all that we are not
And awe at what could be
Faces upturned
Across the world
Tongues out to drink
New ways of life
Eyes washed clear
See with contrition
Bombs cease to fall
Abuse halts in the mouth
And in this moment
All is silence
So, where do we go
From here?
Mud at the wall 