A poem for Pentecost

12th June, 2012 - Posted by Christine Perrin - No Comments

Veni Seer Come, Holy Spirit, bending or not bending the grasses, appearing or not above our heads in a tongue of flame, at hay harvest or when they plough in the orchards, or when snow covers crippled firs in the Sierra Nevada. I am only a human being: I need visible signs. I tire easily, » Read More