Burning Bushes 


The eyes of humanity 

have gone blind, 

turning away from 

even the faint hint 

of a burning bush, 

improbably ignoring 

the taste of fires 

embers embedded 

in the air nearby, 

now wisps of smoke 

and ash leave a breadcrumb 

trail for us to follow, 

and the song of fire 

being sung, calls us 

to come closer, 

to stand in reckoning 

beside each burning bush 

we come across, 

to listen, to respond, 

to act right now, 

for we have 

so little time.


©Paul Goldman May 26, 2022

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