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Air, fire, water, clay (a poem celebrating the Holy Spirit)

Pentecost is often celebrated as the birthday of the church. We remember how the Holy Spirit came in power upon the apostles, how they preached in Jerusalem and how everyone heard them praising God in their mother-tongue. The story is recorded in Acts 2.

Pentecost, if you didn’t know, is so named because it’s the fiftieth day after Passover; it marks the festival of first fruits in the Jewish calendar (Deuteronomy 16:9-12), which is why there were so many Jews in Jerusalem. 

For myself, I think one of the most important things about the Holy Spirit that I’ve come to reckon with, is that the Holy Spirit is a person. 

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It’s so easy to collapse the Holy Spirit out of the equation, for example by describing love (or God’s love) as a force, talking about ‘the power’ of God, or even saying that the Bible speaks to us. If we stop and think about it, we’re usually talking about the Holy Spirit. (So, for example, it’s not that the Bible speaks, but that the Holy Spirit speaks to us through our reading of the Bible.)

I also remember the time my husband made a very astute observation. He said that any theology that writes out the Holy Spirit has got to be wrong. The Holy Spirit is as much a person as the Father and the Son, even though much of the Spirit’s work is to point towards Jesus. 

Over the next few weeks, I’ll be exploring the fruits of the Spirit (or rather – the ‘fruit of the Spirit’ as they’re technically all one fruit), but for today, I’m touching on the images we use for the Holy Spirit. 

Paradoxically, the Holy Spirit is described as both fire (as per Acts 2) and water (as per the ‘living water’ Jesus talks about in John 4). Moreover, the Hebrew word for spirit, ‘ruach’, can also mean ‘breath’ or ‘wind’. Perhaps it’s no surprise then that the Spirit descended on Jesus like a dove when he was baptised. 

I think the thing we find hardest to overcome with the Holy Spirit, is the apparent lack of visibility. This can in turn lead us to think that everything ‘spiritual’ is intangible – but that’s a mistake. The Spirit is very much concerned with our tangible existence and indeed manifests tangibly; what makes something ‘spiritual’ is not what it’s made of, but what it’s powered by. 

And the good news is that the Spirit gives life to our mortal bodies, even while we await resurrection and the imperishable life. Thus, we can live with the Spirit now and do good works in the power of the Spirit, even in this day and age. 

Air, fire, water, clay

What are you like 
And how shall I describe you?
To whom shall I compare you?

You are the Lord of sound and song,
You hover upon the air
And give us breath.

You are the Lord of warmth and splendour,
You burn with majesty
And give us power.

You are the Lord of movement and dance,
You flow with grace
And give us refreshment.

You are the Lord of shape and sculpture,
You cannot be contained,
And yet you reside within our clay.

Photo by Joshua Eckstein on Unsplash

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While we’re talking about the Holy Spirit, I posted on Light in Grey Places today. My favourite Disney movie is, of course, the animated 1991 version of Beauty and the Beast

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One thought on “Air, fire, water, clay (a poem celebrating the Holy Spirit)

  1. Hello Christine
    I’ve been reading some of your poetry – I was looking for poems for the Holy Spirit and found yours.. they are beautiful. I’ve used yours in one of my insta posts.


    Chaiandchat.242 – this account is my musings, an extension of my worship


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    With every blessing

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