pentecost of a different kind...

We weren't' in a sanctuary
but instead
on a patio
sipping wine
while sitting in comfortable
new outdoor furniture.

The wind was consistent
and perfectly cool
on the warm
almost summer evening.

Night clouds swirled...
"Oh I see a cockatoo
Now I see a dragon...
the moon is his
right nostril!"

We laughed
and shared stories
and read poetry
written by a man
long ago who had
traveled to live in Alaska
to discover gold
but instead
discovered life.

Wind...
peace...
joy.

It was a
Pentecost
a different kind.