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Fire and Rain: Poem by Comment (Update 2)

By Glynn Young 4 Comments

Two more contributors have joined us, and two previous contributors added lines. This “poem by comment” is really becoming ssomething. Thanks to all. Comments will continue to be accepted through Wednesday (Dec. 23) morning.

Fire and Rain

By @gyoung9751, @doallas, @poemsandprayers, @BibleDude, Russell Holloway (@LuvStomp), Lorrie, @Anne4JC, @llbarkat, @MonicaSharman, @dougspur

The bush consumed by fire,
yet not; the sands singed
by heat, yet sanctified by
flames, becoming
too holy to be trod upon as the rain begins.

Rain begins:
Drops as rivulets marked by hope-steps.
each leading to the bush
consumed yet not
becoming yet not
the path He trod before us.

We have stepped into
the intersection of fire
and rain
of yet-to-be Passion
the path to Light
deep
as black of night,
steps to take unsure.

Gray slush-mix
of want and not,
of looking not finding,
of seeing but missing
the one true place
of protection
from the elements

Each drop of rain
each speck in the eye
unseeing,
the flames
what they consume,
the secrets buried in the bush
in the sand pulling us in.

As we are called
and make bare our feet
our faces we cover
from sight of glory.

Standing drenched by rain
waiting, wanting, shivering
praying for the warmth
of the crackling fire
that seems so far away.

To stand
To make ready
Move forward
Shoulder to shoulder.

Yet our lips dare
part to speak
from stammering
hearts unworthy.

What magic this
from you, my Lord,
that in my heart burns
passion for Your Word.

It fills me, drives me;
it makes me new
til it can’t be contained
from me spills out You

And in the pouring out
of what burned bright
it becomes living Water
cool fresh and Light.

Flames lick, stick
to skin, breathe black
smoke of secret long held,
yes, buried, as we said before,
invoking time’s goodbye,
dust in ashes will yet
find…

Precious store:
Word on stone
Stone-writing
The long pilgrimage
In bare feet.

How rain cleansed,
drops hit lips,
skin breathed
awake its secret.

Throw down the rod,
The secret burning revealed.
No, my Lord,
Your fire does not consume;
The bush but burns my heart.

I have found myself in this staff.
I c, c, can’t return.
I’m only a lowly shepherd.
This is my rod, this is my place.

Please send s, s, someone else, not me.

Throw down the rod. I have heard the cries of My people.
Their tears have fallen like rain.
I will be with you.
Now go.

Such secret
as resides in me:

From dust
am I become

of You
am I
in image seen

of Word
I see
in flames

Or if words
Be consumed
as flames,
Passion.

An angel
a bush of fire
burning my heart
stiring my desire
to see
to be
to have what i have not
within me ever
near me
head spinning
chest pounding
i throw down the staff.

I throw down my all
dust of me on dust
of ground
hallowed ground
because of His life
in my dying,
surrender and dying,
then we are both raised.

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Glynn Young lives in St. Louis where he recently retired as the team leader for Online Strategy & Communications for a Fortune 500 company. Glynn writes poetry, short stories and fiction, and he loves to bike. He is the author of Poetry at Work and the Dancing Priest Series. Find Glynn at Faith, Fiction, Friends.
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Comments

  1. Maureen Doallas says

    December 22, 2009 at 1:49 pm

    Raised from scrap-heap
    of dust
    from nothingness
    on sacred ground
    where pilgrim-marks
    leave outlines
    of dying unto Him
    or rising among angels
    into Life

    Reply
  2. Maureen Doallas says

    December 22, 2009 at 1:53 pm

    Angel-brush
    so light of touch
    on shoulder bared

    Call me out!
    Bid me see!

    I am impatient
    with waiting.

    Reply
  3. Maureen Doallas says

    December 22, 2009 at 8:39 pm

    The rain begins
    each drop erasing
    the trace-steps
    of that lonely path
    consuming the
    fire the bush
    holding the secret
    safe again

    Reply
  4. nAncY says

    December 23, 2009 at 4:42 am

    fire and rain
    swirling
    pouring
    all consuming
    power
    of creation

    Reply

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