Down by the sea-sprayed stones which
Whisper of the ancient ways, I pray at these sacred
Edges, hearing the call of the wild to
Listen, linger, and send roots down in this holy
Where is your “holy landscape”?
It could be anywhere.
Take a few moments to close your eyes, picture it, and if you like,
to pray.This poem is by Christine Valters Paintner. You can find out more about her here.