(While out with our Australian Shepherd earlier today, this poem came to thought)
Cathedral of the Trees
I've had my share
Of inspired, holy moments
Worshiping in a church
Made of wood and stone.
But I do believe,
On a bench on the edge
Of a still and lovely forest
I am quite near the divine,
I sit here uplifted, all alone --
Except for our dog,
(And for the One
Who made all this,
Of course.)
"The earth is the Lord's, and the fullness thereof;
the world, and they that
dwell therein."
Psalms 24:l
