If I may lay there,
like a glowing ember.
What once was a house,
now reduced to small.
A piece of wood,
set on fire,
with nothing left to burn.
God picks me up,
puts me in a pit,
of other embers,
so I will not die.
There He will reconstruct
me,
of something
indestructible,
with a glowing ember
heart,
organic and inorganic,
a new and spiritual house.
The heart of flesh,
is what remains of my
humanity,
the treasure God has
sought.
Uncovered by the fire,
that destroyed my self,
now lives in me.
Burning,
but no longer consuming,
like the bush.
God may speak.
This is the Church.
By
Magdalena Leaker, January 19th, 2015
