The Bush That Burned by Karly Alexandra Smith

this wasn’t always a holy place, 

and it isn’t anymore.  

I was living on this mountain when 

the man threw off his shoes, 

but I was busy being consumed. 

How can that fire engulf, 

fill, yet I am whole, limbs and leaves 

unbruised, uncharred, unharmed? Why me?

Karly is an aspiring writer who spent the past five years writing with students in a high school classroom, and has ventured on to other work in order to pursue the arts more fully. Karly lives in the beautiful hills of Northeastern Ohio and is passionate about the way God made us for community and for beholding his wonder in nature. She writes poetry, short stories, and is working on a novel series.