A wind blows
It moves the branches that have been hanging heavy for
too long
Moves them until the trees are waving and dancing their
praises
Them that thought they could not be moved
Them that believed they could not dance again
The wind will even shake the rocks
Will move the things we thought would never change
But do you know what will do more damage?
Tornadoes
Tornadoes of a different kind to what you’ve seen before
Because the wind stirs hearts
The wind starts picking up the dead leaves and whisks
them away to uncover forgotten ground
The wind echoes off shards of broken glass and a new song
rises from what was once deemed hopeless
And the wind stirs hearts
Stirs them to remember
Stirs them to dream again
As they catch a scent on the breeze of something ancient
as the stars
And promising as the dawn
Stirs them to move
Stirs them to believe that the surroundings could look
different
As they begin to move and move and move
They spin through the streets
And they run through the dark places
And the wind causes embers to throw off sparks
And the sparks cause creativity to catch alight
Light where before there was none
Streams in the desert
And LIFE and colour and music and newness and rhythm and rescue
and refuge and places of safety and restoration and healing and peace
Hearts like tornadoes
WE are the tornadoes
Fiercely gentle and
Unafraid
Spinning and spreading the breath of God out into homes,
streets, villages, towns, cities, nations
In workplaces and walkways and supermarkets and studios
and gyms and gardens and schools and pubs and clubs and beaches
And what can remain the same once a tornado has passed
through?
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