holy ground
ground so holy
as to fall on one's knees
whispering
"Holy, Holy, Holy"
for no other response will do
when finding one's self
on holy ground
on ground so holy
ground so ordinary
meshes with ground so holy
for is not all ground filled with
His presence?
is not a field of dirt
as holy as the field of dirt
over which a church is built?
is not any table and chair
as holy as even a
table of communion?
for the item itself holds no
more or no less holiness than
any other item...
no...for the holiness lies in the
very presence of God
for ground is holy when the heart
recognizes it as such
treats it with reverence...
reverence broken
for are we all not broken?
His presence never leaves
the heart kneeling on holy ground
shoes removed so as to allow that
presence so indescribably radiant
access free
nothing held back
no mask
no religion
no works however good
nothing held up to cover
the spirit broken within
for all He asks is a
spirit broken and humble
so easy for hearts...my own included...
to turn ground so holy
into ground not so holy
oh He never leaves
no it is I who allow
worries and pride and
self-reliance and control
to draw the veil over
the eyes of my heart
so as to no longer see
and taste and hear the
very presence of God
the prayer of this heart
is to see with the eyes of His heart
living with the assurance
that I am on holy ground
wherever and whenever
I remove the shoes
of my heart
and worship
with reverence broken
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