Sacred Places

I do not have to go to Sacred Places in far-off lands. The ground I stand on is holy.

Here in this little garden I tend, my pilgrimage ends. The wild honeybees, the hummingbird moths, the flickering fireflies at dusk, are a microcosm of the universe. Each seed that grows, each spade of soil, is full of miracles.

And I toil and sweat and watch and wonder, and am full of love. Living in place, in this place. For truth and beauty dwell here.

by Mary de la Valette