Poem Shared on IOWL Episode 54
Sacred Ground
We are standing on sacred ground.
Let our hearts take off their shoes
and come bare, trembling with awe,
into the Presence which burns too bright
and too close for ordinary vision.
Only a naked heart can see
that all around us, each clump of grass,
every leaf, twig, stone and flower,
is a blazing torch, incandescent with the one fire which has no name
except “I am”.
And only a naked heart can know it too, is a burning bush,
all of us caught in the one fire,
“we are” burning into “I am,”
brighter than a galaxy of suns.
Words cannot contain the moment;
but let’s take with us the feeling of awe and wonder.
In this sacred place we feel we may never wear shoes again.
Veronica Littleton
