Pentecost 2022

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.]

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