The festivity of Pentecost awakens so many thoughts and reflections. At first there was the fall, the shattering, the separation of the language of birds from that of rivers, of the language of the woods from that of the mountains, and the language of man was no longer a perfect reflection of all things created. Then men crumbled further into thousands of different pieces, and they had different tongues and different symbols and different gestures and different ways, and they could no longer understand one another. And then the Spirit came with the voice of a mighty wind, bearing a spark of the primordial utterance onto men, and said: I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams...on my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they shall prophesy...I will shew wonders in heaven above, and signs in the earth beneath. The Spirit manifested itself through tongues of Fire -the fire of purification, renewal and transformation- but its symbol is also the rose, image of the divine Love. And Love is the original language that will heal the wounds and fix the cracks of all things, the Light that will bring us clarity and true knowledge. And through the spark of love and compassion in our hearts we can start to imagine and feel, and half-perceive the language we lost at the beginning of time, which shall come again when He comes again. The language of flowers, the language of the trees, that of the stars and that of the sea, made whole in an endless chant of praise.