In the midst of the Pandemic, the Holy Spirit came -
not like a dove, with flutter and coo,
but as a wind, a God-awe-full wind,
that blew through every corner and crevice,
with billows of dust flying from the traditions
that hadn't been given even a once-over
in decades (if not hundreds) of years;
not like a still small voice,  but as an ever-burning bush,
a pillar of flame,  as a flash of love so powerful,
that even those of us with the most closed hearts knew
that *everything* was aglow,
*everything* was in the open,
everything was lit by the light of God's grace,
the Holy Spirit's power.   
              Moderator Richard Bott