Ode to Pentecost #100wcgu

The prompt for this week is:
….The flame flickered before….

Here are my 100 words in An Ode to Pentecost

The twelve were alone, in the upper room again.
He was gone now forever, but with them all the same.

Promises he'd left them, although they knew not how
They would ever be enough, to before him even bow

Suddenly a wind did blow, within their locked up room
It billowed here and there, and then the noise started to boom

Languages they spoke, that they'd never even heard
And the flame flickered before them, almost like a bird.

The holy spirit had come down, on earth to be among
All people there gathered, and for ever from then on.