A poem to begin

Guide us
Slowly
To Holy Ground
Remove what protects us from place.
Barefoot, ignite us, Sinai's bush,
To flame and fire your pace and call
And loose creation's harsh clenched fist
To plant your garden, one and all,
Where silence speaks
Whispers again
To ground us
Neighbors
Foe and friend
With hoeing dance
And wind's sung toil.
Spring us, spirit us
To wholly rest --
A sabbath always our center
Where green life
Awakens
To stretch
And breaks our hard coat
Opening
Us
To the earth
Where we expand,
Tentatively,
First down
Then up
To rise
Rooted
Spread forth
To sun --
Wild word
Cultivated
In rich soil.