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