The Fires of Two Lifetimes

Two lifetimes ago, the
faces passed and the
names changed; hearts
were set afire and blazed
to the whiteness that comes
from seeing the shadow of
God, the shadow in the burning
bushes in the sacred sands
where he walks.
The sands themselves
flame in echo to the fiery
bushes; the leaves of the trees
ignite in a million red tongues of
visitation.
The mountains combust,
and I am in a playful mood.

The poem was posted for One Stop Poetry, which is a weekly event on Wednesday where all are welcome to participate.