God’s messenger was seen by him in the fire’s flame within the bush. And he saw here is the bush burning with fire but the bush is not consumed. Exodus 3:2
וַ֠יֵּרָא מַלְאַ֨ךְ יְהֹוָ֥ה אֵלָ֛יו בְּלַבַּת־אֵ֖שׁ מִתּ֣וֹךְ הַסְּנֶ֑ה וַיַּ֗רְא וְהִנֵּ֤ה הַסְּנֶה֙ בֹּעֵ֣ר בָּאֵ֔שׁ וְהַסְּנֶ֖ה אֵינֶ֥נּוּ אֻכָּֽל׃
We are that bush,
That bewildered thicket the divine
Kindles with a fire that flares in our hearts.
We fear we will be utterly consumed
But somehow remain intact, aflame.
The depths of our inferno,
Whispers our name.
If we slow down,
If we breathe in silence,
We may hear the summons,
And whisper in response: Hineni – Here I am.
David Hanig 