The Ground I Stand On Is Holy

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I do not have to go
To Sacred Places
In far-off lands,
The ground I stand on is holy.

Here, in this little garden
I tend
My pilgrimage ends.

The wild honeybees
The hummingbird moths
The flickering fireflies at dusk
are a microcosm
Of The Universe.
Each seed that grows
Each spade of soil
is full of miracles.

And I toil and sweat
And watch and wonder
And am full of love
Living in place –
In this place
For truth and beauty Dwell here.

~ Mary de La Valette
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21 thoughts on “The Ground I Stand On Is Holy

  1. This is beautiful. I reminds me how good I feel just walking around in my backyard. I would love to see fire flies again some day. It’s been a while. But at least there are still bees buzzing around.

  2. as many Indian poet saints have said – he searched everywhere but could not find Him and then he looked within and there He was – the musk deer searches the whole forest for the aroma that is actually coming from within him – indeed our pilgrimage should end where we are. – excellent post

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