Holy Ground

 

  

For all of us there is a door.

Behind where  peace is sought...

In many names on blessed floors.

In temples or in silent forest found ...

For each our own we seek.

This place we call ...our holy ground.

 

But in some of us a war is  fought.

Where deep inside the hate it rages ...

How our faith is right ... all others not.

So peace is burned and bugles sound ...

As that  ugly human part it rises up ...

And blood is shed on Holy ground.

 

But in-between the Gods and all alone ...

There stands a poet heart afire.  

All faith he guards as each his own ...

By pen or sword he’s honor bound ...

By one or the other ... to safely keep ...

For each his own ... his Holy ground.

  

David D Jerald