Saturday, August 14, 2010

Holy Ground

Several of you asked for the poem I used at the end of last Sunday's sermon. The full sermon (plus August 1's) is on my blog (go to the parish website and click Michael's Blog).

I will seek no longer for the burning bush;

All bushes are ablaze.

And I will not hasten to depart

From daily grief and gladness

To climb a holy mountain;

Every mountain now is sacred,

Each marketplace, and every home,

All, all are blessed

Since God has pitched a tent among us.

Now on earth are to be found

The footprints of the word made flesh

Who walked with us in wind and rain

And under sun and stars,

In joy and sorrow,

Born of Mary, watched over by Joseph,

Eating and drinking, living and loving.

Dying yet living, the Word is made flesh

And all the earth,

And each of us,

Is holy ground

Where we must slip our sandals off

And walk softly, filled with wonder.

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