When Fires Burn BonnieSeptember 21, 2011September 21, 2011Faith, photography, Poetry Post navigation PreviousNext 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 Share this:TwitterMoreFacebookPrintEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related
l love this poem. THIS one is so super.