"Our Mother Tongue is Love"

Pentecost

by Malcolm Guite

Today we feel the wind beneath our wings Today the hidden fountain flows and plays Today the church draws breath at last and sings As every flame becomes a Tongue of praise. This is the feast of fire,air, and water Poured out and breathed and kindled into earth. The earth herself awakens to her maker And is translated out of death to birth. The right words come today in their right order And every word spells freedom and release Today the gospel crosses every border All tongues are loosened by the Prince of Peace Today the lost are found in His translation. Whose mother-tongue is Love, in every nation.

Oh that we would all speak that language so we could understand each other.

I pray that the Holy Spirit descends on us today in a new and different way, freeing us from divisiveness and anger and filling us with the language of Love that comes only from the Divine Creator.

Lord in your mercy, hear our prayer.

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