Sandals Removed
Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. And only he who sees
takes off his shoes, the rest sit round and pluck blackberries.
-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The more time I share with you
I find me like a wave crashing a distant shore.
Insatiable thirst to drink from your
living pools of water.
Bathed in your furnace fires
in this latter time.
Let me not be the one to pluck
blackberries from the bushes,
But a small flame joined in
your blazing fires.
I am in awe to stunned
to move from your presence.
So close, I can feel a wind called
Jehovah wrapped around me.
I remove my sandals on this
earthly ground.
Knowing I am standing in your presence,
the true essence of Holy Ground.
I have seen and witnessed your
Majestic Power, Love, and Salvation.
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Copyright © Peggy Bertrand | Year Posted 2008
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