A rose still burning softly

breaking through the dark,

it spits and sparks,

but does not shrivel and die.

A miracle it's still alive.

But lift it to your ear

if you're brave enough to dare

and feel a fire that does not burn,

whose embers are merely there.

It echoes with a distant voice,

the One that gives it life.

The origin of such a rose -

an ancient wonder

of God's holy fire…


"And the angel of the LORD appeared to him in a flame of fire out of the midst of a bush. He looked, and behold, the bush was burning, yet it was not consumed."

~ Exodus 3:2