Holy Training-ground

In life’s push-pull-plant-reap-reach-bow

In its momentous what-where-how

Of laugh-weep-wake-sleep-hold-let go

We are being trained;

For what, we do not know

While we walk through gold-gray-green-blue

We oft forget its sacred due

We work-play-dream-learn-teach and more

Unaware of the What

We are being trained for

Then, in the bliss of hug and kiss

When life is kind; remember this

Today, though plain, commonplace crowned

We are treading on

Holy training-ground

© Janet Martin