On sacred ground I took off my sandals
And sat on the flat rock,
Feet dangling down.
A minuscule spray of the water
In the air reached my arms
And the sound of the spray hitting
The pool of water in front of Ìt was
Magnified in Nature’s amphitheater.
Rock walls with ferns greenly hanging over,
Spring water happily flowing down.
While sprigs of flowers hang on for dear
Life on sheer walls growing in crevices
That seeds had fallen into, and roots
And stems grew, not knowing
Their angle would be down,
As the sun could not shine through
This thick forest wall to entice
Their little heads upwards.
And so I thankfully breathe this clean air
And feel the love in my heart break forth
For the fortunate moments I spend here,
For the fresh and wonderful nature that
I am a part of, and for my Spirit that
Is expanding my insides with love,
Light, peace and wonder.
I thank God who is everything for
This time of communing with nature,
With God and myself, all a part of
The One Spirit, or God, Creator,
Unconditional Love, The One true Light,
Holy One, and the name you give Almighty,
Omnipresent, Omniscient God.
The poem beautifully expresses a deep connection to nature. I truly love your writing.
You captured that sacred stillness so perfectly — the kind of moment where nature stops being something outside of us and becomes a mirror of God within us.
There is something so holy about removing the noise, grounding our feet, breathing clean air, and remembering that we are not separate from creation. We are part of it. Held by it. Spoken to through it.
The water, the rocks, the flowers growing even in the hard places — all of it feels like a sermon without words.
God is truly everywhere when the heart is open enough to receive.
Thank you for sharing this peace, this light, and this sacred remembrance. 🌷✨