Fire – A Poem about God
by Paul Tautges | October 17, 2012 2:32 pm
[I was blessed by the following poem originally posted by Matthias Media[1]. Thanks, Tim Challies, for drawing my attention to it.]
We made a fire today:
piled branches
in a top-heavy heap
and watched
as flames licked and spat and hissed,
roared high above our heads,
flicked their tails in a column of
dense
green
smoke.
We had to stand well back,
shield our faces,
dodge falling embers,
evade choking fumes.
And I looked,
trembled,
and thought,
“It is a dreadful thing
to fall into the hands
of the living God.”
We made a fire today:
it died lower, low,
till leaves vanished,
twigs glimmered,
branches charred,
ash deepened,
coals glowed.
Tamed
(but not tame)
it invited
marshmallow-toasting,
potato-cooking,
melody-singing,
hand-warming.
And I looked,
dreamed,
and thought,
“His wrath burned out
in the body of his Son,
God becomes
refuge
comfort
sustenance
warmth;
but never safe,
never to be disregarded,
never to be taken lightly,
for our God is
still
a consuming fire.”
(See Hebrews 10:31; 12:29 NIV)
Related
Endnotes:- Matthias Media: http://matthiasmedia.com/briefing/2012/10/fire/?utm_source=feedblitz&utm_medium=FeedBlitzEmail&utm_content=5575&utm_campaign=0
Source URL: https://counselingoneanother.com/2012/10/17/fire-a-poem-about-go/
Fire – A Poem about God
by Paul Tautges | October 17, 2012 2:32 pm
[I was blessed by the following poem originally posted by Matthias Media[1]. Thanks, Tim Challies, for drawing my attention to it.]
We made a fire today:
piled branches
in a top-heavy heap
and watched
as flames licked and spat and hissed,
roared high above our heads,
flicked their tails in a column of
dense
green
smoke.
We had to stand well back,
shield our faces,
dodge falling embers,
evade choking fumes.
And I looked,
trembled,
and thought,
“It is a dreadful thing
to fall into the hands
of the living God.”
We made a fire today:
it died lower, low,
till leaves vanished,
twigs glimmered,
branches charred,
ash deepened,
coals glowed.
Tamed
(but not tame)
it invited
marshmallow-toasting,
potato-cooking,
melody-singing,
hand-warming.
And I looked,
dreamed,
and thought,
“His wrath burned out
in the body of his Son,
God becomes
refuge
comfort
sustenance
warmth;
but never safe,
never to be disregarded,
never to be taken lightly,
for our God is
still
a consuming fire.”
(See Hebrews 10:31; 12:29 NIV)
Related
Source URL: https://counselingoneanother.com/2012/10/17/fire-a-poem-about-go/