I wonder if a holy ground
is in this city
somewhere grandiose
divine
Somewhere among this chaos that surrounds me
where I could stand just fine
Where the people of the abused calloused and cracked streets
would strip their thick cracked creased jordans
remove ragged rubbered nikes
and stand barefoot
in a land no one stands barefoot anymore.
Somewhere in the desert God spoke to Moses
brought him to a place
where the sandals on his feet would only keep him far too far from Gods presence
far too far from God’s grace
And he dared to question and tried to stammer
Why a stuttering man like me?
Holy ground.
Tell me how is something like that peace so confounded ever found?
If anywhere if everywhere it can pervade
mountain un-plated and sidewalk un-paved
I wonder if it would reside in this city.
Or even near me
Someone so ignorant unknowing, Just desiring its voice and eager for its sound
Peace wispered as hidden and yet known only to be within
In those in-between graces and mysterious places I just don’t go.
somewhere among the millions of bodies
holding millions of souls
Could there even be a place no one has quite found?
So the voice echoes: Remove your shoes,
for this is holy ground.