Wonder his thoughts when he first saw the flames,
A bush inexplicably engulfed in fire yet unconsumed.
Was it a trick of the eye
A play of the shadows, light against the dark?
And so he turned.
Turned from an uninterrupted string of
days of sheep, rocks, sand, scrub
Never-ending wilderness sunrises
Sameness melting into sameness.
Turned toward the white-light-bright
Turned to see flames pushing back the
darkness of a soul-weary world.
That fire in the wilderness,
a fissure in the veil separating the forever-out-there-beyond
from the predictable here and now,
time touching eternity.
Am I so captivated by the ordinary of today?
Transfixed by the mundane of an unfulfilling world
Distracted to death
The sameness melting into sameness.
That I miss the flaming evidence of the Kingdom breaking
With burning bushes everywhere.
Cover image by Fernando @cferdo.
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