My Cathedral
The wilderness
is my cathedral
is my cathedral
The sky
my steeple
The trees
my buttresses
Hay bales
my statuary
Flowers
my stained glass
A babbling brook
my organ
Frogs and toads
my choir
Fields of wildflowers
my incense
Thunder storms
my high mass
A very diverse congregation…
From cows
to snails and turtles
to gazillions
of insects
Deer sometimes come round
Butterflies abound
Moths, too
Birds of every hue
All that’s missing is you
but you worship your own way
doing charity every day
more than I can say
MOONSIDE 