Here I sit in a café, reading poetry. I love the sense of being surrounded, yet in my own bubble. It can be dangerous though, as these poems can strip you bare, make you cry… Several times I find myself gulping down obvious shows of emotion. Perhaps I should just let it all out, but I am British after all, and I would not want a public intervention.
I came across this little poem by Matt Rees. It could be applied to forest glades, or to this café. It might even be used to described temples. Or human souls.
Holy Moses, by Matt Rees
"Take off your shoes"
the Lord told Moses
"The land on which you stand is Holy."
So Moses dutifully obeyed.
Holiness, it seems, requires bare skin to earth.
But if we abandoned our shoes
whenever we encountered holy ground
all shoemakers everywhere
would be penniless.
Loooove this!
Thanks for all this series…
Jo