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.