Pondering: Every Bush is Burning
A single silent pine un-lonely,
Head upraised and
Outstretched arms,
Anointed by yellow dawn-light
And goldfinch-chanted song
Speaks its wordless wisdom—
Every bush is burning,
Every breath a prayer,
Each loaf already consecrated,
Every drop of water holy,
All is sacred ground,
And no ordinary time.
—Associate Sean Bradley
Spiritual Care Minister
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Thanks, Sean, for sharing your words of wisdom.
Sorry I am missing your day of retreat.
Bette
Shawn, Thank you for the Reflection Days you designed and the beautiful beginning. This poem is wonderful. I didn’t know you are a poet, too. Now I know you are thruly BELOVED. Mary