Holy Ground

If I took off my shoes
on this holy ground
and walked the forever walk
and crossed the forever sea,
would it matter?

What ground is not holy?
What sea is not forever?
What journey does not bring me
closer to You?

Is there anywhere where You are not?
All the earth cries out Your name.
It is holy, as holy as this earth,
and forever as this sea.

Forever as this bush,
burning unconsumed,
unnoticed until it is not.
It is sweet forever fire.
It holds Your name.
It calls You close.

There is no place where You are not,
and every shoeless step
is a benediction, a psalm
to praise Your name.