As tomorrow is Pentecost Sunday, here is a poem in honor of the holiday. Since Christmas has been heavily commercialized and Easter co-opted by bunnies, ducks, Peeps and chocolates, I tried to imagine how the culture would corrupt another of our Holy Days. How could they, since it is so Church-oriented? Here’s how:
If Pentecost Was Commercialized
White doves in shop windows.
Sale! Get in the Spirit!
Enough fans to blow a mighty wind in any upper room.
Spicy dinners to give everyone a tongue of fire.
Songs with lyrics no one can quite understand
but if asked they say
“She rides a Honda in Shandala.”
Kids dressed as holy ghosts
sing Happy Birthday to God-knows-who.
And in Peter’s honor, the drinking starts at 9 a.m.
