When Fires Burn


When Fires Burn


Abstract faith

becomes concrete

when fires burn

to warm the cold,

strong ropes are


for those trapped

in dark caves of


baskets of hot bread

overflow for the hungry,

fountains of living

water flow from

the belly,

and the name of


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

One Comment Add yours

  1. Marjorie Saul says:

    l love this poem. THIS one is so super.

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