Pentecost
A Poem For Thirsty Receptacles
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“When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them.” — Acts 2:1–4 (NIV)
Pentecost
I am a marked tankard—
thirsting
for the sudden
flowing of a violent tap,
longing for that draft
which is anything but cold.
Let me brim!
Let new life enliven me!
Raise me to your lips,
breathe your breath in me,
drink up my disappointments,
swallow my despair.
I have had my fill—
I have been quenched by hovering heat,
refreshed by dancing flames
which at Pentecost alighted
and are still setting alight.
I have not had my fill.
Let them call me drunk!
I can stay sober no longer.
This poem was generated by the author’s human mind with zero AI / LLM involvement.
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Matthew White is an Anglican priest, poet and songwriter based in West Sussex in the United Kingdom. His work has been published in The Way Back 2 Ourselves and Paddler Press. Matthew’s debut poetry collection, “Propelled Into Wonder,” which explores themes of beauty, faith, leadership, and loss, was published in September 2024 to wide acclaim. Matthew is married to Sarah and they have 3 children. You can connect with Matthew by visiting his website and joining the mailing list. You can also follow him on Instagram and can subscribe to “Idle and Blessed Poetry” on Substack to receive new and original poems from Matthew direct to your inbox each week.
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How completely beautiful this is!
Love those last two lines! Powerful.