FINGER OF GOD (for D’Verse poets)

In response to a challenge from D’verse Poets to use verbs in unexpected contexts – not sure if I’ve managed…

the finger of God
pulses my heart

reaches down to the earth
heaves the sod beyond the river
rings the end of time

and my gaunt face
reflects the burning of coals
spits the fire hardly

missing that mark
until fire sears my soul
into purity