Where?
Here!
Friend, look close:
beneath your feet
is holy ground.
Under all questions
the heart longs
for a people, a place
in the morning light
Where?
Here!
Look again:
place is community,
is one—
whatever lies bright
in each of us.
Now under your hand
a purpose springs.
For place is prayer
in the wilderness.
As you walk the wastes
anywhere,
Love wills in you a sweet land . . .
let love go out of you left and right;
let each secret prayer embrace
the people in you, the desolate.
Place is the practice:
here locate!
