My god’s a burning bush—
with spry peals of fire
woven between her nimble branches
a dancing covenant.
My god’s a burning bush,
a pillar of fire by night and cloud by day,
a setting sun, a glowing ash,
a quiet whispered sigh.
My god’s a burning bush,
with hearts entwined like nesting birds
upon a leafy glowing bough,
a crackling, a smolder.
My god’s a burning bush,
a poisoned tree, a broken heel,
a concrete knee upon blood and soil,
a lost wisp, a phantom.
Our god’s a burning bush,
chains laid to rest, quiet skies broke open,
freedom, song; spark, catalyst
an open question… ?
I love this! The image of the burning bush is such a powerful one. You spun it out beautifully.
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ReplyDeleteThanks so much! It is a very powerful image, one that now that I'm working on the sermon I regret picking to preach on...