Poem: "Holy Ground"
This poem came out of the June 2014 ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
crowdfunding Creative Jam. It was inspired by prompt from ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
perfectworry. It also fills the "Rise Like a Phoenix" square in my 6-1-14 card for the Genprompt Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by chanter1944. It belongs to the Fledgling Grace series.
"Holy Ground"
The seraph walks barefoot
down dusty streets and
nothing hurts her tender skin.
Six wings flutter and fold
around her slim form,
revealing and concealing
the shape of her.
She goes into and out of
towns and villages,
fields and forests.
She does not hesitate
to go into bad neighborhoods.
"Why would I hold back?"
she says to the worriers.
"If anyone threatens me,
then my grace will unfold
and I will rise like a phoenix."
She does not go into churches;
she no longer has need of them.
"Why would I want walls
around me?" she says
when people ask her.
"Do you not miss the embrace
of consecrated places?"
ask the priests.
She gives a half-dozen shrug
of spectral feathers.
"It is all God's creation," she says.
Everywhere I go is holy ground.
Around her the trees rise
like the pillars of a cathedral.
"Here, I am surrounded
by sacred spaces."
Behind her, a golden sunbeam
captures a white dove in flight,
silent messenger of peace.
crowdfunding Creative Jam. It was inspired by prompt from perfectworry. It also fills the "Rise Like a Phoenix" square in my 6-1-14 card for the Genprompt Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by chanter1944. It belongs to the Fledgling Grace series."Holy Ground"
The seraph walks barefoot
down dusty streets and
nothing hurts her tender skin.
Six wings flutter and fold
around her slim form,
revealing and concealing
the shape of her.
She goes into and out of
towns and villages,
fields and forests.
She does not hesitate
to go into bad neighborhoods.
"Why would I hold back?"
she says to the worriers.
"If anyone threatens me,
then my grace will unfold
and I will rise like a phoenix."
She does not go into churches;
she no longer has need of them.
"Why would I want walls
around me?" she says
when people ask her.
"Do you not miss the embrace
of consecrated places?"
ask the priests.
She gives a half-dozen shrug
of spectral feathers.
"It is all God's creation," she says.
Everywhere I go is holy ground.
Around her the trees rise
like the pillars of a cathedral.
"Here, I am surrounded
by sacred spaces."
Behind her, a golden sunbeam
captures a white dove in flight,
silent messenger of peace.