From THE BOOK OF APOSTLES

Pentecost

It was the last wake
I suppose you could say

They were all there
Those who knew him
Had heard him or heard of him

Enthusiastic
Madly so
Hysterical
If you wish to be unkind

Everyone was speaking at once
At each other
past each other

And there was singing - optimistic
And crying
Because he was dead.
Some said he was still alive
They’d seen him
Gone into the sky, others said
Like a cloud
Beyond the clouds

The afternoon merged into the bread and wine filled evening

Flames were lit
Candles
Held above their heads
While they sang and danced
And told the stories over and over again
Each one the same
Though slightly different

The bread and wine were good
Though the wine not as good as at Canaan

But they drank
And talked till nothing made sense
And everyone understood

The new sun rose blood red.

A good night they said
We must do it again.

And they did.