Blow, Oh Holy Bellows: a poem for Pentecost

From El Greco’s Pentecost (1597)

Blow, oh holy bellows of God,
Whoosh into our dying embers
and revive our tongues of fire.
Drive the blackened ash from our neglected hearth,
and transform our cinders into radiance.
Then we shall be glowing bride
and wonder-singing witness,
each breath a living flame of God.


Lindsey Gallant


Lindsey Gallant
A northern girl living the island life. Follower of Jesus. Writer, book nerd, nature lover. Homeschool mom and Charlotte Mason enthusiast. Prefers pen and paper.

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