Incongruity (or, Fireworks at Pentecost)

No gentle breeze to nurse the flames
but a gust, a buffet that knocks out
other sources of power, so that
all we see is one another’s wonder
by light of a fire that reveals,
does not obliterate the features
of God imposed upon the other,
singular yet polyphonic,
inebrious yet wholly within reason,
for a given value of the word;
of that Word which is beyond all value,
which is on our lips and well
beyond our understanding.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is an Episcopal priest, poet, and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.

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