MOSES

Moses knelt
before
his burning bush.

Which, of the mighty
have I troubled. Horus, Set, or Osiris?

Or possibly
some newborn God
yet unmentioned
on papyrus pages?

An answer boomed
from within
the forever fire
"I am the One
who is.
I need no name
for I am all the names.
Yet
no human tongue
is great enough
to call for Me."

"Kneel,
for this is
holy ground.
Not just this
barrren spot
but
the whole crust 
on which you stand
and the stars around."

The fire was gone.
The bush remained
and Moses stood
afraid
because the warp 
and woof
of his world
was no longer 
simple.

Sand was no longer
sand
but
a treasure
of holy jewels
and the whole sky
now a temple.