If I put my ear to the ground,
I can hear the steady tread
of the feet of the holy ones,
the dedicated ones,
those who tried and failed and tried again,
rising after falling,
taking the next step,
and the next,
and the next –
measuring time by continued prayer,
around the clock,
around the seasons,
around the world –
praying for those of us who were yet to come,
praying for the busy,
praying for the still,
reverberating the words,
the tread,
the prayer,
throughout time and space,
reaching us now
as so many have been reached before.
Lindy Thompson 