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 

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