Poem November 21, 2011 Issue

Refinery

Diane Allison

Burning . . . they’re burning—
seven lamps of fire, 

the angel out of the midst
    of the bush, 

Elijah’s chariot.*

Something needs to be
    burned away.

Earthweights—

sorrow, apathy,
    discouragement, doubt . . .

burned away.

Enslavement, addiction,
    famine, terror, pain . . . 

burned away.

It’s uncomfortable,

unsettling.

But the bush
    was not consumed!

Life is never consumed.

Only the weights.

Only the chains.

—Diane Allison

*See Revelation 4:5, Exodus 3:2, II Kings 2:11

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