Burning Love. From The Sacred Isle Series.

When the Holy Spirit visits

Everything is aflame before your eyes

The bushes still burn

Like they did for Moses

But are not reduced to ash

For they are afire with glory

Of a quite different kind

All of nature is exalted

And it is as if your feet

Do not touch the ground

The air is the song

And you are one of the notes

The sound is transcendent

An unknown melody

That you want to hear all your life

There is no separate self

You have become pure energy

Part of the covenant of creation

That each of us brings to the story

Of a Genesis reborn and alight

 

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There are times when a hush descends with the evening, and you become aware that you are part of a much larger creation, that is infinite. This can have the effect of making us feel incredibly small and vulnerable, or utterly exalted that we have the potential to join with this essence of primal nature. Either way, the experience of both of these emotions proves that our sentient being is responding to a greater force, and if we are wise we must treat this with the respect the creative drive that brought us into existence deserves.

 

This work is from my Sacred Isle Series, and the image was taken on the Litlington Road in East Sussex in England. To see other works in this series have a look at the “The Sacred Isle Series” Flickr Album, link here:

 

www.flickr.com/photos/193518971@N02/albums/72177720328403...

 

And this series also appears on my website where you can appreciate the works as a designed piece without distractions and in the order I wish them to be viewed and read, and there is also a more detailed introduction to the series to be found here as well.

 

www.shelleyturnerpoetpix.com/sacred-isle-series

 

 

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