The Burning Bush

MARGARET ASHMUN

When Moses saw the burning bush,
He turned aside from where he went,
Alone amid the desert's hush,
With that white flame that flared unspent.

There stood the tree with leaves that blazed
Yet withered not, nor charred, nor fell.
In awe and reverence he gazed,
On beauty that no word could tell.

And in that hour the prophet knew
That sin and pain and death are void;
That only what is good is true,
That Life can never be destroyed.

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