Word

The word on display in his body

A gathering together of community

Present and absent around 

A stir in the air, leaking out to the

Very tips of the fingers

Displaying the weaving together

All the Spirit in the air and it can't 

Be contained in this small of a space

So the Word leaks out of every 

Elastic movement, ringing the air

With the possibility of over running

We are such a small vessel and yet

The air resounds with movement because

The words are too small, too much,

Too important to miss and they dance

In the tension of wanting to be let out 

Loose among us and going where it will

And we are all in danger of its reach

Because Spirit will not be contained 

And woe to the ones who mock it and try

To contain what has been loosed in the air

We are only trying to feebly restrain what

We don't know and what scares us but

To those who have freely received this 

Loosing, who knows where it might lead

After watching Cláudio Carvalhaes preach