Tornadoes

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?