On Pentecost they gathered
while we are still apart;
we dedicate the distance,
we hold it in our hearts.

We gaze out of our windows.
We pray and wash our hands.
We feel the weight of sadness
and solitude’s demands.

Where will the Spirit find us,
our gathering space now closed?
Where will the bright flames hover;
where will Your fresh wind blow?
There may not be much drama
but more the quiet breath
of One who goes before us,
the Presence in absence.

You touch us now so softly
like hands that brush the grass.
You breathe your life into us,
the flame that swells the glass
When Pentecost comes to us,
though not in gathered rooms
Its life will live within us;
our lives may be made new

When Pentecost comes softy
its strength is not subdued.
It draws us all together;
it opens up our view.
Our love will be rekindled,
our witness made more bold.
Apart we still are gathered
Your heart the room that holds.

Words:  Catherine Smith © 2020
Tune:  7676D  Aurelia   (The Church’s One Foundation)