As I reflect on this past weekend, once again revisiting the horrific events nine years ago on the 11th of September...I thought of a few years ago when Hubster and I were in New York City. We visited 'Ground Zero'. I remember standing there on that dreary November day, feeling as though I was standing near Hallowed Ground. Every time I visit The Wall (Vietnam Memorial) I have the same feeling. Ground which must be walked upon gently, with silence and reverence. Ground which some may consider just another parcel of land, yet others get chills just by stepping foot on it. Years ago, when Hubster and I visited Omaha Beach and the American Cemetery...I walked with a lump in my throat and a heavy heart. And then there is the Cemetery where my Dad is resting...it's been five years, yet when I visit my Dad the tears still roll.
One of my favorite hymns is titled "We Are Standing on Holy Ground"
We are standing on holy ground
For I know that there are angels all around
What do you consider to be Hallowed Ground?
Your turn............
2 comments:
Any place that holds an American Veteran who gave their life for this country...wheather it be a parcel of ground or a place in the ocean. God bless'em all.
all cemeteries strike me that way...it's part of what makes them facinating to me....the older the more hallowed, the more facinating.
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