All Flame

The fire at the end of the day
roars like the distant sea.
The logs are almost ashes now
that once were mighty trees.

But with the wind and heat within,
they glow as if alive,
like Adam in the holy garden
clothed with Breath and light.

There was a bush that burned, I've heard,
but never was consumed.
There was a Man who, after death,
shook off his empty tomb.

He said that if I 'take and eat'
him, I too will never die.
Let me become a bush that burns
with everlasting life.