Wednesday July 11, 2012
I posted Monday about how we are never alone, alluding to that bush afire. Then in the early morning hours on Tuesday, this came from my heart.
Bush afire, a desert thing.
Thorn and scrub, flames lick and sing.
“Thou shalt toil” – thorns, thistles, too.
Product of the day we rue.
Bush of thorn burns bright and clear
A mark of Him, His presence here.
Flames churn and roil, the bush burns on
He dwells within – bright, never gone.
There in the stuff of guilt and fall
His presence burns amidst it all.
Aflame but not consumed are we
We live by bush and nail and tree.
Linking up today with Duane Scott for Unwrapping His Promises and Jennifer for God-Bumps & God-Incidences.