MY BUSH BURNED
My bush burned this morning,
burned and was not consumed,
as I gathered with sisters and brothers in the faith
for the ultimate act of defiance,
A Christian burial service.
My heart soared and sang
as I joined in the demonstration
and hurled the name of Jesus into the face of the enemy, Death.
Never have I sensed so deeply
the heaven-sent boldness
of comforting one another
“with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God”
and taking to the streets again
with other comforted ones
under the defiant benediction.
The bush still burns. From A Second Look, Gerhard E. Frost (1985, Winston)
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