Sacred Ground

a recurring dream

Garden gate — taken on iPhone many years ago.

Earth absent
from stars
time, space
oh bonds
of heavenly place
passionate
greenskeeper
wedge between
sowing

and knowing

I am dirt
seashells
heartbeat, hope
mulch refined
faith awoke
prodigal embrace 
disciplined want
facade yearning
insides

burning

Painted glass
gathering dust
translucent light
colors of love
beam despite
fragile bones
laden like snow
brushing
devotions

and notions

Earthen hair
buried garden
golden roots
unhardened
dream's pursuits
gates torn down
oh child
of sacred
ground

we are found



I truly believe that many of us are writing, not for the present, but for a day long in the future.  Not in our time.  But in His.  I have this recurring dream that I am an old woman in a garden -- found -- by a grown child.  


Hebrews 6:19