Isaiah 6: 1-8

the seraphs, shimmering as if aflame
flew on strong winds bellowing the coals to life;
even the heavenly hosts used borrowed tools to take
cleansing fire to touch my lips, set loose my tongue.
Burning from the outside in, swallowing fire
to fill my belly and stoke my heart and pepper my speech;
seasoned, destroyed and made new in one smoky breath,
the exhalation like incense rising with the sweet smell of prayer.

About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is a priest and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. She serves an Episcopal church just outside Cleveland. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.
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