Cathedral

 

The Forest is a Cathedral.

 

 

 

Its canopy, a painted ceiling
Where Gods meet Man.


Trunks of Trees; Pillars of Marble
Connecting Earth to Heaven.


The song of the Wilds; a chorus chanting
Small music of the Spheres.

 

 

 

The forest is a Cathedral.

 

 

 


The colored leaves are as stained glass
Streaming through with the warmth and light of the Sun.


The pooling rains, a Sacred Fount
Holier water than could ever be made.


The rivers; my Communion
Hands in the soil, covered in Earth; a deep magick found in the mundane.

 

 

 

The forest is a Cathedral.

 

 

 

Breathing and Flowing, Living and Dying.
Here, I walk, to learn of the Fates.

 

For no other Temple holds my Heart as this space
Cradled in Leaves and Shadow.

 

 

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