Holy Ground

One time...
Tending sheep, working, working....
I saw...
a bush ablaze...
burning
burning
....never burnt.

Wow.

Drawn, I go toward
those signs
from God..
they are
are mysterious and thrilling.

I can't resist them.

I wait and wait on them
I chase and chase them
I crave and crave them
I love them.

I wonder....
Would I
wait
and chase
and crave
and love...
"just" God?

Close to the sizzling, sparkling bush....
A voice....
Stop.
This ground
is holy,
holy,
holy.

Because God.

Look down.
Feet made by God
Dirt made by God

Sandals....
made by Clarks of England.

Between us,
God and I,
should be nothing
man-made.

Not my......
opinions,
biases,
misinterpretations,
plans,
knowledge,
arrogance,
religion,
schemes,
sin,
good works,

sandals.
Brenda, take them off.