Holy Ground

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Earth’s crammed with heaven
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes -
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Source: Unknown

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By Robert Frost

We dance round in a ring and suppose
But the secret sits in the middle and knows

Source: PoemHunter.com

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By Dag Hammarskjold

At some moment I did answer Yes to someone—or something—and from that hour I was certain that existence is meaningful and that, therefore, my life, in self-surrender, has a goal.

Source: Markings