Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Burning Bush?


The fire has died down
     to a flickering ember
Barely discernable
Barely felt
The once-roaring flames
     of Presence and Power
   become a tiny, barely-glowing spark   
Too often the flame of Love has
Consumed me, burning so
Brightly, so fervently that
Little else remained of me but ashes

At this end of life
A steady, persistent glow
     will suffice, I think...
And yet, at times,
That Holy Love still flares and flames
Filling me with a daring warmth
Fueling me for yet one more
Daring dash into
     the flames of the
     bush burning in my path.
    

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