Holy Ground Poem by T.L. Toadvine

Where is your Holy Ground?
Where is the creator within you?
Where are the places?
There are many in this world,
Each sacred in many hearts

Home
A certain spot out there
Where someone sleeps
Where dreams are born
And the places where they end
They make us unique
They make us.

The Journey
The Miracles
The Tragedy
The Times
The Youth

Slipping beneath the waves
From whence we came
We saw much
And we're much more
Than we could ever dare to show

Holy Ground
It's everywhere