Land of us

this is the building

this land is the soil -

from the silent

we stretched out our hands

grabbing hold of

the ground – the property of the living;

we are the ones

walking the waters

eyes sliding over horizons,

hands to the skies

and feet growing deeper

into the ground

diverted – no;

whole, like the completeness of air

fragile, but strong

ever higher, ever wider and deeper

till the sight embraces our heart,

fills up the empty spaces

and kneeling is the only way

to keep going

(Our world tuesday)