The Bush was Always Burning

The ground was always holy.

The food was always sacred.

The child was always innocent.

The woman was always dignified.

The man was always honorable.

Our eyes were always open.

We aren't present people who sometimes get distracted. We are distracted people who sometimes experience moments of presence.

A prayer is not a request to make this place holy. It is a plea to wake up to the intrinsic holiness of all things.

The ground you're standing on? It's already holy.