When Fires Burn

 

Abstract faith

becomes concrete

when fires burn

to warm the cold,

strong ropes are

dropped

for those trapped

in dark caves of

disbelief,

baskets of hot bread

overflow for the hungry,

fountains of living

water flow from

the belly,

and the name of

Jesus

is slathered on the

crusted-over raw

parts, the wounds

we bear

religiously with

stiff lips and necks…

that ointment  heals

the brokenhearted

with sweetness

to the uttermost.

~Bonnie Saul Wilks