On Pentecostal morn a tongue of flame
Round each apostle as a halo shone.
Since then, as vultures ravenous with greed,
We oft have battled for an empty name,
And sought by Dogma, Edict, Creed,
To send each other to the flame.
Is Christ then divided? Was Cephas or Paul
Nailed to the deathly tree?
If not—then why these divisions at all?
Christ's love doth embrace you and me.