I rested my eyes on a handful of dust
Hoping to see beyond the boring beige
In one small grain of sparkling glimmer
I watched as Divine and dust converged
God brought comfort to my handheld drought
And formed the dirt to shape a man
Then unafraid of being tainted
God breathed life into the god-like land
Earth showed herself, a commonplace
With God’s presence all around
Strapping on my boots, I dared to ask,
“What part of me is Holy ground?”
Earth showed herself, a Sacred place
With Presence all throughout
Without my shoes, I humbly said,
“I am but dust in this Sacred land.”
Sacred Ruminations*