Holy Spirit

Waves of Lightning

by Michaela Stephens


Waves of lightning wash under my skin

Try holding forest fires in a tissue bag

or a lion in a teacup.

So vast its degree

I strove to damp it down.


It left me..

a shriveled husk


a stunted bitter tree


Come back! (such sterling chagrin)

And wailing like an Irish hag

in a town made cinders.



Until a tickle, a drop of flame

returned my jubilee

Christopher D. Cunningham is the managing editor for Public Square Magazine and contributor to Third Hour. He loves emphatically celebrating the normal healthy development of his sons Albus and Whitman, writing about the Church of Jesus Christ, finding the middle ground on most controversies, and using Western Family generic brand lip balm. Christopher is a proud graduate of Brigham Young University-Idaho, and a resident of San Antonio, Texas.