Pentecost flame

         Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them,
         and a tongue rested on each of them.

                  —Acts 2.3

Not little candles,
but furious furnaces,
volcanoes of love,
burning as in you right now,
every heartbeat God’s arson of the soul,
each breath the Spirit’s inner hurricane
afire with mercy,
a dynamo powerful enough
to blow you out into the world
and do miracles.
Trust this when you feel small and fragile,
the flaming sun within.

Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

   —June 5, 2019

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