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.