Below is a challenging poem by John Frye. I’m leading worship tomorrow morning at church and the themes of my chosen songs include passion and fire, so this resonates with me:
I climbed into the lap of God.
Leaning against him,
I listened to his heart.
I heard blood,
crying from the ground
of ancient places
and lonely faces–
crying Palestinian mothers
and African-American babies.
The heartbeats troubled me.
I pulled away and looked into His eyes…
and I saw that His tears
did not quench the fire.