Reinventing the Medicine King

In other countries,
they call it baptism,
that moment yielded to burn,
when flesh rises like incense.

Not here.

We want to know why, 
but what can be said
of worship
when there is nothing
left to give
but this instant

where flesh marries fire,
when body becomes
a candle casting prayer
against grass, over stones;
the bright shadow
of an immolating monk
leaving his borrowed bone house.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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19 Responses to Reinventing the Medicine King

  1. Ron Potter says:

    To an old church history buff this captures it.

  2. annotating60 says:

    Susan, very powerful. Takes me back to the 60’s in Vietnam.>KB

    • Thank you, KB. I had to do it, after I heard the story of the man immolating himself on the National Mall yesterday. My mind immediately went to why, but that is such a Western reaction, isn’t it?

  3. I agree with KB–such a powerful write–sad isn’t it!

  4. Trent Lewin says:

    Borrowed bone house… that’s going to stay with me half the night I imagine. Your anger is always genuine, Susan.

  5. Great stuff -and extremely clever. I like the way you bring baptism and death together-opposite ends of the spectrum.

  6. “where flesh marries fire” – ooh – so terribly good

  7. BroadBlogs says:

    Now those are some words that have gotten me thinking. Thank you.

  8. claudia says:

    oh wow…that is one powerful write susan…. the borrowed bone house…love it

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