holy ground (a poem)

take off 

   your shoes,

    your socks,

     your sandals,

      your slippers.

this ground,

   the surface 

   upon which you stand,

is sacred -

   grass,
   wildflowers,

   soil,

   concrete,

   asphalt,

   carpet,

   tile,

   wood. 

divine breath 

   fills you.

within your being 

   infinite touches

   earth.

O theotokos, 

   who births god

      into the world,

you 

   are that thin place,

      where heaven 

      and universe

         kiss.

making all ground,

      every place you stand,

   holy.

stand

barefoot 

in wonder.

  — bshivers