Poem: Horeb, Mountain of God

Pocahontas County, West Virginia By Emily Whittle


The sun, emerging from behind a cloud, ignited the wild azalea, its orange blossoms licking the air with tongues of flame. Unsinged, the lush forest exhaled a thousand shades of green. And I, privileged witness to the fire that does not consume, gasped, halted, every bit as dumbstruck as Moses before the burning bush, recognizing the place as hallowed ground.

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