I know, I know, this blog post is beyond tardy for Pentecost. Perhaps you subscribe to the old adage, better late than never? (Or so I hope!) On the actual day of Pentecost, the little guy and I made hand-rolled beeswax candles with a flame motif to them. The colours are an amazing orange and red, sort of a papaya and watermelon. He loved making the candles and we made one that is just the right size for our days of the week gnome display.
We also decorated our nature table for the day. In one of my Waldorf festival groups I am in, I did a Whitsun/Pentecost swap. Below are the beautiful items I received for our Nature Table/Seasonal Display.
This handmade wood frame and dove print:
This handmade wooden dove:
A wood flame stacker (the pieces separate):
A wood sun and yellow beeswax candle:
A spring/summer print:
Two window transparencies:
And here’s everything on display:
This is a wood figure I made for our display. I thought about making them for the swap but was worried they were kind of weird… do you think the flames at the bottom are more reminiscent of Joan of Arc being burnt at the stake than someone consumed with the Spirit of God? This was my worry, so instead I made white doves (out of fabric & stuffed), appliqued dove table linens, and wood shapes with a dove wood-burned on one side and the same quote from below on the other side.
For each holiday, I also like to read a poem or prayer with my little guy. I love this poem by William Blake.
Unless the eye catch fire,
The God will not be seen.
Unless the ear catch fire
The God will not be heard.
Unless the tongue catch fire
The God will not be named.
Unless the heart catch fire,
The God will not be loved.
Unless the mind catch fire,
The God will not be known.
William Blake (1757-1827) from Pentecost (there is a wonderful short discussion of this poem here)
This next one is also lovely.
Prayer of the Spirit: A Poem for Pentecost
Where the Spirit is, there God is, Christ is, Love is.
Where the Spirit is not, there God is not, Christ is not, Love is not.
Where the Spirit is, there people grow,
lives develop, Love thrives.
Where the Spirit is not, there people shrink,
lives collapse, Love dies.
Where the Spirit is, there are meetings and beginnings.
Where the Spirit is not, there are partings and endings.
Where the Spirit is, there is the Word.
Where the Spirit is not, there are only words.
Where the Spirit is, there is dry land
Where the Spirit is not, we are at sea.
Where the Spirit is, there is talk.
Where the Spirit is not, there is babble.
Where the Spirit is, there is fire.
Where the Spirit is not, there is ash.
Where the Spirit is, we are Church.
Where the Spirit is not, we are nothing.