In Nature’s green Cathedral I found a mighty rock’s knee
That I might bend warm and near, to Pray before Thee.
Your world is so loved and cherished by me
With Innocence as spring carries all blossoms to be.
I can feel the stretch of the trees that shelter all
Reaching out to your Sun in worship’s enthrall.
Small golden flecks do a dance at my feet
like a chorus of sylphs that long to greet.
And I, just me, at the base of your Rock
Am in wonder before You, as all fears unlock.
I pray deep in Cathedrals; Sacred here and beyond,
That Hope and Innocence, feel Rebirth in Your Bond.
©2012 Linda Willows