PENTECOSTAL WAITING

Tiny little flames, like candlelight,
They fly apart in both hemispheres of the Earth.
They breathe a quiet breath into the world,
The promise of spring, waiting for the sunrise.

Flames sanctify dormant souls,
A longing patient is greeted with flowers.
They come into the world as a gift from heaven,
They bring comfort to human sorrow.

Small candle flames light fires,
Bits of pain burst into flames.
A fiery longing comes into the world,
The consolation of the Holy Spirit for human waiting.

His quiet breath awakens life,
He fills little hearts with love.
He brought spring on the fiftieth day,
Blooming hope for human gratitude.

He calls the peony at night,
Cover the dawn of the holiday with flowers.
They waited a long time for sweet pirkada,
They longed for human dreams in winter.

To live life in eternal bloom,
Calling spring to sleep through winter.
To be covered in flowers for the festive day,
To wait for a moment in hope of life.

To find Eden, to live in love,
To believe and hope for the miracle of the Holy Spirit.
A dream becomes a reality, a dream becomes a miracle,
Cover your life with the flower of love.