June 4, 2017: Day 195

Pentecost Sunday

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Similar to yesterday, when I was counting the days since we began this journey; tonight I have been reflecting on Pentecost.  Back in December when Doug first became sick it was the beginning of Advent.  Most of my prayers and reflections were grounded in the theme of  Advent, we were in a "time of waiting". Then we moved into Christmas when Doug was intubated and we did not know if he would survive.  It was a time of "God with us". We felt the presence of God.  Doug lived. Following Christmas, we prayed and hoped during the season of Epiphany as we looked to the "Light coming into the world".  During this time Doug began to recover, he regained the ability to swallow and to eat.  Doug recovered from his heart, lung and kidney failure. Then the season of Lent drew us in. During this time of transformation Doug regained the ability to use his hands and arms to eat, to sit-up, and took his first steps with the parallel bars.  With the season of Easter we celebrated Resurrection.  Doug came home and during this time our hopes and prayers were answered, Doug walked with his walker. And now we enter Pentecost.  The Holy Spirit is sent to us.  She inspires us, assures us, guides us and gives us hope.  We are touched by the Holy Spirit. She will guide us through continued healing. She is with us always and we give thanks.

Tonight I want to share one of my favorite songs of Pentecost and the Holy Spirit. It reminds me that she is always available to us and she lives on.  She is hope and sustenance for the journey. She is laughter and light. Unfortunately blogger.com is not friendly to cut and paste.  The text loses color, font and formating.  While I can see the complete text it does not publish that way.  I have added a link for anyone interested in hearing the song and wanting to find the lyrics.

"She Flies On" by Gordon Light

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFJVUc3Ud-8

Refrain:
She comes sailing on the wind,
her wings flashing in the sun;
on a journey just begun,
she flies on.
And in the passage of her flight,
her song rings out through the night,
full of laughter, full of light,
she flies on.

1. Silent waters rocking on the morning of our birth,
like an empty cradle waiting to be filled.
And from the heart of God the Spirit moved up on the earth,
like a mother breathing life into her child.

2. Many were the dreamers whose eyes were given sight
when the Spirit filled their dreams with life and form.
Deserts turned to gardens, broken hearts found new delight,
and then down the ages still she flew on.

(Refrain)

3. To a gentle girl in Galilee, a gentle breeze she came,
a whisper softly calling in the dark,
the promise of a child of peace whose reign would never end,
Mary sang the Spirit song within her heart.

4. Flying to the river, she waited circling high
above the child now grown so full of grace.
As he rose up from the water, she swept down from the sky,
and she carried him away in her embrace.

(Refrain)

5. Long after the deep darkness that fell upon the world,
after dawn returned in flame of rising sun,
the Spirit touched the earth again, again her wings unfurled,
bringing life in wind and fire as she flew on.

(Refrain)