Upon this Ground

Upon This Ground

Dear People,

From where you stand

we are multitudes:

a million voices deep

a billion stars wide

Dear People,

We seem to stand among

scattered noise

and before another

desperate harvest

May it all be okay

upon these hurting shores

May it all be okay

within this home of ours

Even when it all

dries up

ceases to fruit

to flower

Even when all

the waters rise

when it rains, it pours

Even when all

ways are stuck

by the thorns of a thousand

wrong turns toward the myth

of this one culture

Never was

Never will be

one culture

So as the ground knits

our roots back together

so we learn to listen

for the voices

heard long ago

They still sing in the soil

waiting for the cover

to rise again

Feeding hungry souls

who so long

for the nourishment

of the centuries,

for the secrets of

this wild home

and the peace of knowing

there will always

be enough

when we still to listen

for the voices

in between

underneath

before

and beyond

-Will Rand, June 2025