Volcanoes or Can it be like this?

This was for Two Friars and a Fool's poetry slam for Pentecost. The things I do for those guys! 

 

 

Can it be like this?
A room filled with friends
Co-travelers on the Way
Huddled, hurting, praying,
Waiting, anticipating
Looking forward to what?
They couldn’t even begin to know
That when that mighty wind started to blow
A fuse would be lit
A brushfire would be started
A room full of volcanoes
Just waiting to erupt
They could never have known
That the One they had befriended
The One who had just ascended
The One who broken mended
Would give them a gift…
…and on their birthday even!

Can it be like this?
No longer in His presence
He gives to them His essence
Their spiritual convalescence
Comes to a screeching halt
When pneumatic defibrillation
Shocks them out of hibernation
And brings forth communication
Words seasoned with salt

Can it be like this?
Glosses from lands their feet have not trod
Giving vision to that which their have not seen
Simulcast transmission broadcast by God
A multilingual, non-sensical atmospheric haze

Can it ever be like this?
Words that cross borders
Sermons that build bridges
Speech that moves crowds
And smoothes the rough edges
Do they question our sobriety
Cause we speak of mass delusion
Or is it our talk of justice, mercy, love
That triggers mass confusion

It can be like this
Friends, co travelers,
Hurting, huddled, waiting, anticipating
Waiting for what?
We don’t’ know
Until…
In the place of the pews of the passive
Is a field of volcanoes
Erupting
Spewing spirit
Covering communities with agape ashes
Burning through bodega and hoods
With justice and equality
Rolling down like a mighty rushing stream
Of lava.

 

Comments

[Aric Clark]

We are incredibly grateful for your participation. And I encourage you to keep doing poetry - the church especially needs it.