What We Didn’t Know
What we didn’t know
Was that our hearts
Would burn
Within us,
Just like their hearts
Burned when
The Fire
Spoke
On the road.
Emmaus-bound,
They thought,
But really,
Like us,
They were
Bound to
The Consuming One.
The Word,
Made Flesh, newly spoken,
Remade their
Leaden downcast
Faces,
Their slowness of
Heart,
Into
Glowing Ones who
Declared the Truth
Of The Risen Bread
And Flowing Wine
To doubting others,
To themselves,
Lead unto
Recognizing
Him
By
Revelation
Of the Resurrected Word.
What we didn’t know
Was that
Our hearts,
Too,
Would find,
in the burning of the dross
Hearing afresh
The Refreshing Word,
Right in the middle of
Our everydayness,
On the far side of
today’s ordinary desert,
A Burning Bush.
Bare-hearted among
Such
Holy Ground
Declarations:
I AM who I AM
What we didn’t know
Was that
Somehow,
The Word
Swiftly
Burns,
Even now all these years later,
With Emmaus unveiling.
All that is not
Holy
Is burned up.
The Fire
Invites us
To hearts aflame.
We become
Fire desirers.
O, Burning Wondrous One,
Kindle the awareness
Of Your presence,
In burning bush,
In Word along the road.
Oh, Holy Fire,
Be my desire.
Lane M. Arnold
On the eve of Lent 2010
Pondering how bright the Word glows
& if I’ll let Him consume all that is not of Him.
Turning aside, at bush or along some new Emmaus road, to notice
Holy Fire burning: Three-in-one: Father, Son, Spirit.
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Shazam...God the Father, Son and Holy Sprit - burn all that is not of you so that we may be refined. Love you!
ReplyDeletethank you for this, lane--i was needing some flame on a grey berlin morning!
ReplyDeletelove to you, karen