The Earth is on Fire

There the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a flame of fire, out of a bush; he looked, and the bush was blazing, yet it was not consumed. Exodus 3:2

There are those who relegate such a vision as Moses’ to antiquity, to a time when divine interaction with humans was more common, or, at least, recorded in an authoritative way.

But look! Look at the fiery magentas and yellows of a wildflower field. Look at the heated golden exultation of a hill covered with daffodils. Look at the simmering blue-green glow of lilacs, iris, and lavender. Eight minutes ago, the photons which are being absorbed by the leaves of those flowers, left the surface of the Sun, and are now fueling the photosynthetic furnaces within each cell of each leaf of each plant on Earth. The Earth, and every single bush nurtured by the Earth, is burning! Brightly!

   

And rising from each of those cellular fires is oxygen, the sustaining smoke of our lives! We breathe, and we breathe the Sun. We breathe, and we breathe the Oceans which last week rose to the atmosphere in great gathered collections of evaporated water molecules, to drift and be driven by the wind; to become heavy and fall as rain; to be touched and held and raised again by the roots and phloem of those flowering plants. We breathe, and we breathe the Starstuff of billion year ago asteroids, ground to dust over time and now feeding their mineral nutrients, too, to the floral flames.

It is not that miracles are no longer! It is, rather, that there are too many to see!