Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
What was it like to be in the Upper Room waiting for the day of Pentecost?
For many days the little band had stayed
Together, meeting daily in the room
While time grew heavy with a sense of doom,
And every moment that it was delayed
Seemed an eternity–but they obeyed.
To waver would be rudely to presume;
It seems they’d learned their lessons at the tomb,
So patiently they waited and they prayed.
That morning seemed no different, much the same . . . .
Then unexpectedly there came a sound,
A hurricane of wing beats, tongues of flame
Which blew them out into the streets around
Articulating praises to the Name,
When, swifter than a hawk, the Dove came down.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD