Which is the holy ground, when is the ground holy
a place to take off my sandals, to walk barefoot on holy ground
We miss so much, limiting ourselves
if we do not see the holy in our midst
everyday grace, ordinary, real, right before our eyes
All the ground is holy
feel the rich earth, the hard ground, the rock
beneath our bare feet. Walk, run, play, kneel
on the holy ground
all around us
April 19, 2008
Exodus 3:5 and reflections on
Ann Weems’s poem, “Holy Ground”
(Raymond A. Foss)
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