The Burning Bush

I am the burning Bush.

But, I shall not Perish.

Aflame, I will glow.

On fire, I will  grow.

Afire, I will startle.

Embers of hope I shall kindle.

I will dig my roots,

Into the Soil of Faith,

Even as tragedy loots,

My mortal strength.

Burning, still Burning.

Yet, I shall not become ash.

Ablaze,Golden and Ignited.

I shall stand, Stand unafraid.

I am the burning bush.

But, I shall not Perish.