The Ground I Stand on Is Holy - Mary de la Valette

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 flicking 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.

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