The conversation grows in a language I don't understand.
Request to talk, talk if I want to join in and all I want
Is to listen, though I don't understand, just to sit and be
Let all the language fall around me, like a friend
A companion known from deep within like
The prayer that rained down all around bonding
Us like old friends, known deep in the soul as
A holy space because the understanding was
All around and within just allowing it to fall
Gently, flow and blow around us, the swirling words
In ceremony brought divine glimpses of soul and
No understanding was needed, was this a Pentecost