There came from heaven a mighty rushing wind.
And tongues as of fire rested on each.
And us , we ask but do we find.
But we continue to search.

I was dreaming.
And I saw a ray of light coming from the saint.
I felt it awakening.
Real , however celestial, faint.

We need to concentrate.
Welcome a saint into our mind.
Accept our faith in fate.
And then we will find.

But the light was definitely there.
Something precious and rare.

….

The light seemed to come
Like a sword from my own saint
We just have to look

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See Acts 2: 1-11