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.

 

2 replies
  1. Margaret
    Margaret says:

    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!

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