'Fifty days of waiting' by Vicky Scott
Sitting, standing, pacing, waiting,
Talking, pausing, laughing, hating,
Doubting, hoping, gazing, frowning,
Frozen, silent, somehow drowning.
Captivated, hushed, stunned and dazed,
Transfixed, terrified and amazed.
A wind so strong my ears feel pain,
Tongues of fire lash down like rain.
What is happening to us here?
Language unknown is somehow clear.
What is this visit from on high?
New boldness, so no longer shy.
People staring and looking amused,
As if we’re drunk, misled, confused.
Suddenly one stood to explain,
That Jesus left and the Spirit came