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
l love this poem. THIS one is so super.