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    by  • May 27, 2009 • Uncategorized • 7 Comments

    It’s not so
    much what I say
    but what you hear –

    I can pick through
    my words like fruit,
    choosing what’s
    ripe and ready –

    I can order them
    meticulously, like
    mosaic tiles turning
    tiny chips of meaning
    into a shining image –

    I can pack them
    like pipe bombs, full
    of all I know the world
    needs to explode
    what is wrong and leave
    peace in the ruins –

    I, too, can listen
    and lay open my heart
    to the brushfire
    that burns, baptizes,
    and leaves me looking
    for you and a way to say,
    “I love you” in your language.

    Isn’t that the message
    of Pentecost?



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    7 Responses to linguistics

    1. May 27, 2009 at 5:08 pm

      yes, you can.

    2. May 29, 2009 at 4:47 pm

      Whoa, Milton. This is powerful stuff.

      I especially like the second stanza about picking through words like fruit.

    3. May 29, 2009 at 8:39 pm

      What a gift.

    4. Joy
      May 29, 2009 at 11:16 pm

      You are a wonderful poet, Milton. Somehow, this one is especially brilliant! Thank you!

    5. May 30, 2009 at 7:32 pm

      Milton, just browsed my way to your blog, looking at Pentecost stuff, and it’s awesome. I just sent your poem to a bunch of friends and fellow clergy, hoping it might find it’s way into a few sermons or liturgies tomorrow 🙂 Need to try a few of those recipes too!

    6. June 1, 2009 at 2:22 pm

      very nice Milton! I stopped by as I’m browsing the RAP offerings that were posted in Marcus’ article over at HighCalling Blogs

    7. June 9, 2009 at 5:30 pm

      I left a comment on HighCallingBlogs when I first read this. I did a post today which includes your magnificent insight on Pentecost. Thank you again for your wonderful words.

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