Holy Places

Published: March 14, 2023, 12:47 a.m.

Leddy Hammock

Lyrics from \u201cHoly Now\u201d by Peter Mayer:

\u201cWhen I was in Sunday school, we would learn about the time Moses split the sea in two and Jesus made the water wine . . . .\u201d

\u201cI remember feeling sad, miracles don\u2019t happen still, and now I can\u2019t keep track, \u2018cause ev\u2019rything\u2019s a miracle . . . .\u201d

\u201cWhen holy water was rare at best, it barely wet my fingertips. Now, I have to hold my breath, like I\u2019m swimmin\u2019 in a sea of it. . . .\u201d

\u201cThis mornin\u2019 outside I stood. I saw a little red wing bird, shining like a burning bush and singing like a scripture verse. It made me want to bow my head. I remember when church let out. How things have changed since then. Everything is holy now.\u201d