Pentecost

by Richard Stoltzfoos

What if – when Christ ascended through the clouded sky
His frame was sown as particles of dust –
Cloud beds of vapor found the matter to reply,
Condensing cold around a speck of Christ –
What if it rained that night, as one disciple by
Deserted fire-ring wept his lack of trust,

And felt a shoulder-touch of tears forgiving him,
A piece of dust encased in falling rain,
And knew, heart breaking, as the evening light grew dim,
That crumb of dust had struck an open vein?
His body was not only his – in heart – in limb,
The barren earth grows fruitful with one grain.


Richard Stoltzfoos is a follower of Christ and Gen-Z romantic living in wonder of the world around him.


Photography by Kenneth Godoy

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