WHoly Ground

Brother Moses, what did you feel at that burning bush?
Watching this living thing consumed and not overtaken to death.
What was it like to feel the warmth on your skin from the eternal flames of life upon life.

You stopped. You considered. Something changed for you that day.
You SAW that the ground you were standing on was Holy.
That maybe this ground you have been walking on has been Holy this wHole time
You just were blind to see it

Moses, my friend, tell me, what was it like to come in union with the Holy?
To feel ONE with the grass beneath your toes.
To feel roots grow down through the magma to the core where earth and heaven meet.

Tell me, did you ever put your shoes on again?
Tell me, how did you walk in this world of already and not yet.
This land of consolation and desolation.

Tell me what it was like consuming the bread of life and affliction,
How did it taste to break it on your teeth and swallow it whole.
How did it leave you full and empty?

And the cup of sorrow and salvation,
What did the sweet and bitter taste like on your lips,
How did it quench your thirst and leave you breathless

Tell me, father Moses, so I too can taste and see the Holy of Wholies
Tell me you will, will you?
Dance with me there?