A blue-rimmed, hand-blown glass decanter, an empty, expectant container salt already adheres around the rim slices of lime lined up, ready to float. The swirl of creation pours in from beyond borders; so much juice, so much joy, so many languages, the kind of drunk where you feel in love. I’m an ice cube thrown in the air to drop in the stir of dreams and visions. Such a gift, just to melt and be awash in your Spirit as tequila swirled in a Margarita.
In the description of Pentecost there is a line that says that the people who saw the disciples filled with the Holy Spirit thought they were drunk. That’s the inspiration for this poem, which anticipates the feast of Pentecost on Sunday, May 24th.
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