Our Mother Tongue is Love
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.
by Malcolm Guite
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My favorite lines in today's Pentecost sonnet are the last two:
Today the lost are found in his translation./Whose mother tongue is Love in every nation.
As we celebrate Pentecost and the scorching grace of the Holy Spirit, may we all speak the mother tongue of Love and may our tongues be filled with praise, loosened by the Prince of Peace.
