There is sacred land a half-hour drive from where I live,
land that has been hallowed by the holy intent
of those who come there to connect with the earth,
to be reminded (in case they’d forgotten)
that they are divine spirits embodied for this lifetime,
whose purpose is to build a community of love and potential.
My spiritual community meets monthly on this holy ground,
singing, dancing, drumming, listening to the pipes, sharing wisdom.
It’s a place where the arms of the trees reach out to caress you,
Where all the stones sing stories of times that have passed
and times yet to come.
Where peace -- like swinging from a star --
seems probable, not merely possible.
Pull up a chair and soak up the energy.