Bless the riotous—for they know the heat of holy defiance.

“The Fire Sermon (Redux)”

I was raised on scripture

and soot.

Told that fire meant punishment.

Told that hell had heat.

But I have seen

revolution spark

from a match

held in shaking hands.

So, I offer this sermon:

not from a pulpit,

but from a barricade—

bless the riotous,

for they shall inherit the flame.

This world will not be saved

by water.

Take cover,

—Rebecca M. Bell

The Bell Rings 🔔

✍🏼 @rmbellwrites

P.S. For the ones still listening…

I was not born to bow.

I was born to blister.

To take the silence

and strike it like flint.