What was the moment like when fire crowns danced
On all the gatherd’s heads and outsiders traded
Tongues like keys to cities? What force entranced
Or spirit inebriated them? Pervaded
By supreme intelligence, their brains
And mouths translated wonders unspeakable,
And understanding fell like spring rains
Visiting the desert, sprouting unseekable
Truths from dormant seeds. What must that feel
Like, to give over your mind and voice
To the unknown language, syllables only real
On other soil now grafted by your choice?
The prophets said the spirit would be poured
On all, and what looked ruined would be restored.