I know a green cathedral,
a shadowed forest shrine.
Where leaves in love join hands above
to arch your prayer and mine.

Within its cool depths sacred, a priestly cedar sighs.
And the fir and pine lift arms divine
unto the pure blue skies.

In my dear green cathedral
there is a flowered seat.
And choir loft in branched croft where songs of bird hymn sweet.

And I like to dream at evening
when the stars its arches light.
That my Lord and God treads its hallowed sod in the cool, calm peace of night.

Next weekend we’ll be heading out to Shrinemont for a Getaway Weekend. What a beautiful place it is, and it will be a time for reflection, relaxation and good company with friends!