Holy Ground

O God,
I kiss this holy ground
This place of promises in process
This place of people seeking God
And of God seeking and saving a people
A place of knowing one is hungry
And of being fed
This place of grumbling
And of silence
This space of solitude
And of communal struggle
This place of escape and encounter
It is to this holy ground
You have lured me
Here I am
Speak to my heart.

Companion me
All who have walked
Before me
Have been hungry
And have been fed
Turn my mumbling into silence
Surprise me with the flowers
Of springtime
Bid me in this place of miracles
To remember
What God has done for me.