A reflection for Pentecost Sunday 

By John Rackley

 
The wind was getting up
 
He was restless.
He didn’t like the city.
It had bad memories for him.
Why did the Lord want them to stay
in the place that slaughters prophets?
 
He was uncertain.
He was losing faith in their times of prayer.
He didn’t like the Temple style.
Why didn’t the power from high
just come?
 
He didn’t like the ‘casting lots’ business.
He didn’t like leaving such a decision to
the casting of stones?
A betrayer was enough.
Would the Lord really have wanted
to have an intruder in the Twelve?
 
He was dreaming about Galilee.
He longed to be back on his boat.
He just wanted to be landing on the
beach, nets full, as the dawn came up.
Back where it all started.
 
He just didn’t deserve the responsibility.
He just wanted to be Simon the Fisherman
Not Peter the Prophet of the Most High.
Sometimes he just could not fathom what
The Lord was up to.
 
He turned over.
The first glow of a fierce dawn
moved like waves across the ceiling.
There was a wind coming up.
A good day to be sailing.
 
How much longer Lord?
 
 

John Rackley also blogs at windingquest.wordpress.com where he has written more for Pentecost Sunday