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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