Fathom Mag

Holy Ground

Published on:
April 1, 2021
Read time:
1 min.
Share this article:

Boot bottoms, dusty with holy ground, trampled
Divine abundance desiccated by gulping
greed and inebriated industry

Land watered by war and plowed by gore
Opulence obtained through oppression
Suffering sown as seed

Flags planted instead of freedom
The stolen ground grumbles and beneath it
the blood of stolen bodies groans

Loam—once fertile and fruitful—
now crumbles, as parched and poisoned
as the American church witness

Stewardship forsaken for profit
Creation exploited, embezzled
The plunder hailed as God’s bounty

Cultivating dispossession, a mockery
of freedom. We pledge blind allegiance
to truth untold, praise a hidden history

Shoulders proud, hands over hearts
of stone, erecting monuments
where we should be kneeling graveside

Christine Prater
Christine Chandler Prater—poet, songwriter, theology geek—loves to explore the challenging truths of the upside-down Kingdom through art, story and humor. Her passion for awakening a hunger for holinessand welcoming everyone to the table to encounter the real Jesusdrives her studies at Dallas Theological Seminary and her work through her Non-Profit organization,The Holy Shift. Christine lives near Austin, Texas with her hunky hubby and two fur-babies (one sinner, one saint). She’s an awkward-conversations enthusiast and loves anything that takes place outdoors. Or requires words. You can find and follow her here: The Holy Shift Website, The Holy Shift Instagram, Personal Instagram.

Cover image by Wolfgang Hasselmann

Next story