The Ground We Walk On

The ground we walk on daily glows deep
with the bones and dust of our ancestors.
Working, breathing, loving,
toiling, struggling, grieving, laughing,
in this particular place.

You pulled us inexplicably, mysteriously here, 
saying this place is where you must be.
To stretch our roots,
to build and renew life here.

Here, in our oldest of places,
the place of their bones and our bones.

The doors have flown open for us.
God shouts yes, yes, yes to us.
This path, this shining path, aligns and is yours.

Their spirits soar and permeate everlasting.