The Burning Bush

Jeffrey Pipes Guice

As I walked in silent reflection

I came upon a burning bush

It was here, at that very moment

I felt His hand give me a push

And then, I heard a soft voice

A whisper, as One might say

Come here, a little closer

So, together, we might pray

As my shoulders began to lighten

And my heart began to fill

I felt myself surrender

As I handed over to Him my will

Each year, when I come to Manresa

We walk together, hand in hand

For this is where I become one with Christ

A single pair of footsteps in the sand