Holy Ground

It's been a rather strange year...a lot of snow has come and gone and still there are leaves clinging to trees.

When the earth is a-wash with silver

And every leaf and limb

Is clad in an uncommon splendor

Of shimmering seraphim

We gaze at its gilded grandeur

Art such as this we revere

As we bow in the presence of greatness

For Someone holy is here

© Janet Martin