Her colors are fire: a benediction

This past Sunday was Pentecost and I was inspired to write this benediction
by the act of covenant we did together as a congregation:
weaving bright strips of red and yellow and orange into an almost 
invisible net that was stretched across the sanctuary wall.  

Holy Weaving Spirit is at her loom.

Readying herself,
she breathes,
and begins.

Strand by strand she gathers and weaves
a people into beauty,
a wild self portrait made of many strands.
Her colors are fire.
Her creation is God’s

Beloved,
our colors are fire.

We are God’s creation.