
Pentecostal 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.

the 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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