Poem December 15, 1986 Issue

Holy ground

Mark D. Campbell

O empty cup,
O smiling promise,
concealing that lie—
"good for food,"
"pleasant to the eyes,"
"desired to make one wise."

Lo here and lo there—
to have searched everywhere
and found what?
But husks and lies
parched throat and red eyes ....

O sacred place!
O ground of grace!
Take off thy shoes.
Behold His face.

Mark D. Campbell

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