When the time for Pentecost was fulfilled,
they were all in one place together.
And suddenly there came from the sky
a noise like a strong driving wind,
and it filled the entire house in which they were.
Then there appeared to them tongues as of fire,
which parted and came to rest on each one of them.
And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit
and began to speak in different tongues,
as the Spirit enabled them to proclaim.
Acts 2:1-11
Creator Spirit, God's outrushing breath, the mighty wind that stirs our little dust, blow once again and lift us out of death. Breathe in us still, the very air we trust. In you we live; in you we move and are, and yet you move in us: You fill our lungs. You fire our minds. You thunder in our hearts. We breathe you out as music on our tongues. You fill our bodies: Fill the one we make as hands and feet of Christ sent to the field. Come, blow in every breath his body takes. Renew the whole, and let each part be healed. O gift of God, come sanctify our gifts. As we present them, may we be transformed. Come make of us Christ's hands that upward lift; we will become Christ's bread for all the world. Amen.









