Burning Bushes Everywhere

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

     bushes,

Never-ending wilderness sunrises

     sunsets

Sameness melting into sameness.

Turned toward the white-light-bright

     burning bush

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

     understanding,

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

     through,

With burning bushes everywhere.