....I found the poem in her book, In Wisdom's Path: Discovering the Sacred in Every Season.
and I am not persuaded
that if we look alike
God will love us more.
I believe God loves the languages
of those struggling to speak
the words embedded in our flesh
of every shape and hue.
And I believe God blesses
every space where we are welcomed
to speak with tongues of fire
and hear with hearts aflame.
Her thoughts have forced me to rethink the Pentecost message. Have I been too restrictive in my definition of language?