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 hummingbirds, moths
The 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 I am full of love
Living in place - 
In this place
For truth and beauty Dwell here.


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