They say offended deity
confounded those who reached so high
Scrambling their common tongue
and scattering them far and nigh.
And now a myriad tongues and ways
Blight human communication
And deity quietly kept the days
’til Pentecost’s liberation.
But what if grace was behind the scene
Right from the very beginning.
Spirit’s plan for fecund variety
Confounded by such sinning.
Spirit had her way with multiply of nations
Each contributing to humankind
Learned wisdom from unique foundations.
Thus Pentecost’s miracle clears the way
Her message deep throughout the nations
For all now hear her good news clear
Within their own deep language
Unity in diversity is Pentecost’s new flavour
Christ’s Good News binds all in one
A reality to seek and savour!