Pentecost 2026
O most blessed Light divine,
Shine within these hearts of yours,
And our inmost being fill!
--Sequence for Pentecost
Dust, and will you stir me with your breath? Dry bones, tinder for the flame, waiting for that life beyond our death, and for the one who speaks my name. Tired heart, I long to beat again; weary soul, I wait for light: Long it is, the hoping until then, ‘til fire shall drive away my night. In the limbo of the halfway-filled, silent do I struggle on: Undefeated, but my cries are stilled within this hush before the dawn. Faith this cannot be, nor is it doubt, waiting for the strength to stand. Wake, o light that cannot be put out! This tinder’s ready at your hand! Come, then, Spirit, to my spirit wan, worn by apathy in strife. Stir the embers kindled by the Son, and breathe again in me his life. Rushing wind, enliven without storms: Stir up peace forever true. Flame that every element transforms, now burn me, wake me, make me new!
"enliven without storms:" --please, Lord Jesus.
I put up a Pentecost poem too, inspired by a recent homily about a burnpile.
This line stood out to me: “Faith this cannot be, nor is it doubt,”
Without necessarily asking for an answer, I wonder what is in view: hope, longing, love?
In addition, “Wake, o light that cannot be put out!” and (as others have mentioned) “Rushing wind, enliven without storms:” were especially poignant.