My Bush Burned
By Gerhard Frost
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.
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