You are Holy Ground - a poem by Debora Seidman
Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2017 5:38 pm
You are Holy Ground — by Debora Seidman
When earthquakes shatter your foundation
You are holy ground.
When nuclear war gets played with like a game
You are holy ground.
When the wildfires come, and the hurricanes,
and you know that climate change is already here:
You are holy ground.
When fear arises and stops your breath
and you can’t take another step,
You let it rise, and let it go
and know again—
You are holy ground.
Over and over in these changing times,
when an old paradigm is dying
You let the old paradigms die within you as well.
You call out the lie of your weakness,
your powerlessness, your shame
You step into the wider truth, the deeper truth,
the ever present, unchanging truth
of who you are and why you came.
You remember the call:
to be in service to the earth’s
Great time of change.
You want to remember
and help others remember.
You know that fear cloaks
the light you are.
To come back home,
you walk.
Every step you take
is planted on the earth.
You remember
the promise you made.
Right now, when it feels impossible
is the time to remember
without a doubt—
who you are:
you are
holy ground.
You are holy ground.
You are
holy ground
already,
even now.
With every breath you take:
Remember.
We are holy ground. Now, always, still.
When earthquakes shatter your foundation
You are holy ground.
When nuclear war gets played with like a game
You are holy ground.
When the wildfires come, and the hurricanes,
and you know that climate change is already here:
You are holy ground.
When fear arises and stops your breath
and you can’t take another step,
You let it rise, and let it go
and know again—
You are holy ground.
Over and over in these changing times,
when an old paradigm is dying
You let the old paradigms die within you as well.
You call out the lie of your weakness,
your powerlessness, your shame
You step into the wider truth, the deeper truth,
the ever present, unchanging truth
of who you are and why you came.
You remember the call:
to be in service to the earth’s
Great time of change.
You want to remember
and help others remember.
You know that fear cloaks
the light you are.
To come back home,
you walk.
Every step you take
is planted on the earth.
You remember
the promise you made.
Right now, when it feels impossible
is the time to remember
without a doubt—
who you are:
you are
holy ground.
You are holy ground.
You are
holy ground
already,
even now.
With every breath you take:
Remember.
We are holy ground. Now, always, still.
Thank you, Welles! This poem gives me a sense of peace in these trying times.