Burning Bush?
to a flickering ember
Barely discernable
Barely felt
The once-roaring flames
of Presence and Power
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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