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‘The Upper Room’ - a sonnet for Pentecost from Merinda D’Aprano



The room is thankfully quite large, and yet

It feels as if the walls pulsate with fear,

And close upon us tense and cross and het

In shouting silence, dread and dark and drear.

We lost our Christ, our teacher, and our friend

We were accustomed to his loving touch

And in this room, we feared it was the end -

Out faltering faith did not amount to much,

Although we hoped that God would give us sign.

We shook our heads with doubt and human ken,

And knew our time with Him was so divine

It shouldn’t be a shock it had to end.

Then rushed the wind that pushed the walls apart

And Christ in Spirit burst into our heart.

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