Joshua 8:7–9
New International Version
“7 you are to rise up from ambush and take the city. The Lord your God will give it into your hand. 8 When you have taken the city, set it on fire. Do what the Lord has commanded. See to it; you have my orders.”
9 Then Joshua sent them off, and they went to the place of ambush and lay in wait between Bethel and Ai, to the west of Ai – but Joshua spent that night with the people.”
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Fire
Can
Destroy
And it can
Beautify
One beast
Two faces
In the hands
Of a jeweler
It can turn
Gold into
Beautiful jewelry
But it can
Also
Destroy
Everything in
It’s path.
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The flames
Leaping
Angry
Fast moving
Tell a story
Often more
Melancholy
Than a Greek
Tragedy.
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But that same
Fire
Controlled
Taken care of
Can warm us
Up in the
Cold,
Roast marshmallows
To a crispy perfection.
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That same
Fire
Can remind
You to pray
When you learn
Of those flames
Being close
To friends homes
It puts things
Into perspective
Reminding you
How quickly
Things can change.
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Fire
Can remind
You
That things aren’t
Important
But lives are
Like the life
Lost
And the one
Injured
In that fiery inferno.
While praising God
That your friends
And loved ones
Are okay!
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
December.12.2024
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Monday night was a scary and restless night, a night full of prayers, a fire broke out close to my friends house (the same friend who only weeks ago, lost her Mom). But I also have others I know very close to where that fire was, thankfully they are all okay!
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Powerful poem Michelle - Well Done!!