Sacred Ground

desert and palm

What makes a place, a holy place?

sometimes soft with peace,

sometimes with thunder?

He always seems to meet with prophets,

in a remote place, a desert,

on the mountain, a rock,

special people?

no like us, just people,

I can understand God living,

in the Rocky Mountains,

but in New York City?

He is everywhere,

but perhaps, He meets with us,

in the remoteness of the earth,

in those special places,

because, it is there that we listen,

we can hear better,

the Lakota knew that,

the prophets heard that,

they heard God,

speaking,

in the calmness,

without distractions,

in the rocks, and in the sand.

desert and rocks

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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