their breath, like a wild fire, reaches through the window of my open heart setting my soul aflame with indignation and prophesies the howling winds steady and I find myself in the eye of the hurricane in the eerie calm of God's non-too-peaceful peace this is what the presence of a deity is like the unsettling of everything ordinary the unsettling of tables and chairs in my tidy self it is not a celebration but a declaration of war on the injustices within and without me in this world and beyond and I regret, with trembling fingers, opening the window sash so that howling being could clamber in an invitation turned invasion as this rattling, transforming spirit, changes everything
Art and Poetry credit: Tori Mullin, 2022
[Image shows a chaotic collection of reds, oranges and yellows with the words “join”, “community” “bodied experience”, “praise to God”, “transforming” and “we” across the page. The black and white photo of a little girl in her Sunday best is in the bottom right corner with a flame hovering over her head.]
