Whoosh – A Poem

At dVerse Poets Pub today, Sheila provided us with the interesting prompt of writing a poem involving onomatopoeia. As I read her post, the word-sound “whoosh” came to mind and I could see the roomful of disciples on Pentecost when the Holy Spirit came upon them. I decided to try to write a poem based on this sound of God.


Did you hear that?
It sounds like the wind
blowing through the trees

The doors and windows
are all closed, locked up tight
It couldn’t be the wind
It couldn’t blow in

Now we see
Now we know
It is the Holy Spirit
that sounds so strong

When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues as the Spirit enabled them. Acts 2:1-4 (NIV).

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


13 Responses

  1. Linda, you just bless me and inspire me with each poem. It always comes back to Jesus . . .with a whoosh! God bless you as you feel the Spirit moving in you today!

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