They clustered together
figures in green
bent in prayer
waiting for new birth.
Arms seemingly folded
faces a blank,
they leaned forward
reaching far beyond.
Green stems of hope
cradled the burning desire
to enter into
a Spring world.
God’s spirit
settled in silence on them
and the buds once closed
broke free.
The wings of a bird
opened wide
and smiled on all
with a white glow.
Light and life
entered gently,
and Pentecost glory
was born again.