A Burning Bush
Lady, thy face is a translucent flower;
The spirit by its garb is hardly hid.
Nay, burning thro', it threatens to devour
The petals luminous of lip and lid.
No Burning Bush of God did Moses meet
Brighter, diviner than thy glowing face;
Behold, we walk like him with shoeless feet,
Feeling a Holy Presence in the place.
The spirit by its garb is hardly hid.
Nay, burning thro', it threatens to devour
The petals luminous of lip and lid.
No Burning Bush of God did Moses meet
Brighter, diviner than thy glowing face;
Behold, we walk like him with shoeless feet,
Feeling a Holy Presence in the place.
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