Tongues of Fire

                          ... Years later a friend tells me
tongues is nothing but gibberish - the deluded
pulling words out of dust. I want to ask him
what is language but a sound we christen?
...
Each poem is waiting on its own Day of Pentecost
to thrash, to robosei and yashundai,
and the poem will not care that some walk past,
afraid of the words we try out on our tongues
hoping this finally is the language of God,
that he might hear it and respond.

"Speaking in tongues", by Kei Miller

Exactly how I feel about preparing a sermon - wanting my language, somehow, to catch fire, and that if and when God responds, we also would respond and "unbecome" the people we've been until then...