(On the shores of the Sea of Galilee at sunset)

I Hear Him Laugh

Flaming Tongues of Fire

burned my alphabet,

consumed the charred

letters to sterling silver—

which set my feet dancing

in cartwheels, turning

and tumbling in wild

elation—which set my

arms flapping, scaling the

heights, skipping over

rugged mountains, and

suffocating desert places—

which set my legs jumping,

jumping up

and down—crushing an ancient

serpent’s head.

Joy, joy, joy the oil

of a glad, glad heart slathered

my soul down between my toes.

 

Consuming Fire

consume me. Cleanse me.

Burn me—the tongue of deceit,

the belly of fear, and the

jawbone of pride and the bowels

of bitterness.  Reduce me to ashes.

Turn me sterling silver.

As I yield, I hear Him laugh

while the Flaming Tongues of

Fire lap the dross pure.

 

©Bonnie Saul Wilks

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