As I rise to the glow on the eastern horizon
I raise my arms skyward to proclaim the
augustness of another timeless awakening within
the Cathedral of God's ever evolving tapestry of Life.
Flowing within the very tender tendrils of stately trees,
is life, not seen beneath the carpet of verdant forest.
Nourishment feeding the very most tips of the evergreen branches,
wheezing rhythmically with each push of wind against
their elongated needles --
I just know there is a God moment developing.
As a fine mist falls gently from the heavens,
moving through the sun's rays, a dazzling brilliance of colors,
liken to a skyscape seen through a thousand stained glass arches
consumes the azure horizon.
I bow after making obeisance, as I approach in awe
of that right before my eyes!
Astonished, as much as fascinated, pausing ...
Cupping my hands into the gushing springhead -
spewing forth nature's elixir of life from a crack in the crest
of mother nature's mountain side, I sip as though from a chalice.
How humbling, to this mere mortal, to walk tirelessly
each Sunday -- into nature's cathedral,
absorbing all the magnificence of God's omniscient
Creation in this beatified, blessed garden
rich with flora and fauna!
This is my church ...
I play and pray within.
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