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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Into The Soul Of Life My Heart Descends ~


Down ~
into the soul of life
my heart descends
to know the way.
Leaves ~
dropping through sunlight,
gentle on the wind.
Hush now ~ ~
to listen for what is.

Wind ~
talking through the trees,
moment of calm
the birds at song.
Angel light upon this altar of new life. Continue reading

Holy Ground

“One learns to respect the significance of place, and the promise of a piece of land.  In the stories of the Bible we read that seekers often went to the mountain to hear the word of the Lord.  Some still do — and for some, it becomes holy ground.”
From   A Faithing Oak  by Robert A. Raines Continue reading