On This Holy Ground
On this holy ground,
in the morn’s waking of-
bathed in becoming,
we stand in Love.
Here in the midst,
there in a calm-
hearts soaked in God’s Glory,
held in His palm.
On this holy ground,
we stand, hearts strong-
joined in His forever,
called by His song.
Here are the words,
There sounds the call-
Formed in God’s Kingdom
meant for us, All.
Near is such bidding
Sweet is The voice,
hushed by the winds
of tunnels, time’s choice.
Here we are swept
into Joy’s honeycomb
Deep into the mound
that keeps all who roam Home.
© 2019 Linda Willows
When the Lord saw that he turned aside to see, God called to him out of the bush, “Moses, Moses!” And he said, “Here I am.” 5 Then he said, “Do not come near; take your sandals off your feet, for the place on which you are standing is holy ground.” 6 And he said, “I am the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.” And Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God. — Exodus 3:4-6
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