In the upper roomPentecostal wind
swirled like a tornado of grace
and fiery tongues
burned language into stutterers.
O Spirit, stir our passion again!
Light wildfires
and spin them past
our tame intentions.
Huff and puff till you blow downthe shutters we hide in,
scarred by earlier zests,
more cowardly and cynical
than once upon a time
when we inhaled your fire
and gulped your windstorms
like tap water
and laughed at those
who counseled caution.
(Sr. Patricia Schnapp, RSM Adrian, Mich.)
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