voices rise
no matter the language
the words bring us
an impossibly marvelous
wonderful
supernatural
moment -
the moment Your
eyes turn
and see us
and free us
we,
sinners all,
glorious vagabonds
yet saints,
with no restraints
recognize
and realize
something sings new
rings true.
we can no longer
give in
when within
we play host
to a holy ghost
who loves us most
passionately.
and so…
our plurality
turns to singularity
what is made is a choice
what is raised is our voice
*Written after participating in a small group prayer meeting where people spoke in their native languages
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