Not in a cascade of noise and praise
But quietly, unseen, uncelebrated.
It came, heralded not by Alleluias
But by tears and sighs.
Not in tongues of flame
Or dramatic outpourings,
But in shared silence, tear-stained vigils;
In listening, rather than explaining.
Not through feeling holier
Nor suddenly being on Cloud Nine,
But in being known, accepted
Warts and all, even in despair.
And revival came:
Not in a sudden mass-revelation
Of deep things suddenly understood;
Revival came heart by heart, one by one…
yet communally, kindly, in shared love.
As Love stared into the darkness,
Stood and wept into another’s wounds
And washed as it wept
And healed and cleaned and comforted.