Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries,
And daub their natural faces unaware.
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I feel I am walking on holy ground — in order to open my eyes, I must remove my shoes.
Only then may I approach. Only then am I aware of what surrounds me.