THIS HOLY GROUND

is

made out of dirt

on fire but not burning

between walls of water

promised milk and honey

lived on and lost

ruled by the earth

settled in a stable

turned into wine

unblinded and healed

cast into swine

no bed for sleep

feet washed at last

hung up to die

blood in the dust

rock rolled open

sent to tell

walking by grace

on

THIS HOLY GROUND