It burns between Rock and Hard place: with leaves of Fire. I can’t look away nor crumble. The Burning Bush gives no apology for Its Fire: Its Voice burns my wilderness, then roots me into seasons of Red seas.
Burning Bush
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It burns between Rock and Hard place: with leaves of Fire. I can’t look away nor crumble. The Burning Bush gives no apology for Its Fire: Its Voice burns my wilderness, then roots me into seasons of Red seas.
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Moses saw a burning bush,
and it spoke with holy voice;
after he fell upon his tush,
Moses was left with the choice
to listen or to run away
(Talking bushes? Really odd!).
But to his credit he did stay,
and thereby heard the Voice of God.
So, what has this to say to us?
God speaks from unexpected places?
Are those we throw beneath the bus
divinely given higher graces
that if we listen, will our hearts lead
to the compassion we all need?
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Amen!
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