Holy Ground
Holy Ground
Was it ‘Holy Ground?’
How could it not be…
every step touching the face of the earth
is ‘Holy.’
Mindful of my footing,
I climbed the mountain
where the peregrines lie.
I looked up momentarily and in front
of me…a cairn nestled
beside a red leafy tree~~~
Could it be a burning bush?
No one said, “Take off your hiking boots—
the ground upon which you stand is Holy.”
Yet,
something within me whispered…
NO WORDS NEEDED.
A presence walked with me
every step of the way~~~
truly holy ground.
What a marvelous story-in-a-poem — and photo! Surely this cairn was placed in your path to give your soul a smile of wonder. Thank you for sharing it with us!
A wonderful reminder Sandy that all, including our own bodies are holy ground.
It was great to meet you and see the power in your re-telling of ancient stories surrounded by your images.
Anne L. Simmonds https://www.annesimmonds.ca/