As a child I used to play in the woods, finding a sense of peace there that I could not find in the open spaces. As an adult, I enjoy walking or biking through the surrounding forests, many of which I have given names because of the serenity they bestow upon me. As an adult, I wrote a poem – My Cathedral – which I shall share here with you..have a wonderful day, dear FB family – your Writer on the Run moving on…
MY CATHEDRAL
I visited my cathedral today
GOD
reached down and touched my head
with a sunbeam
a light breeze fluttered through the trees
drying the tears upon my cheeks
I basked in
HIS
loving embrace
I lay down upon the forest floor
staring up at the ceiling of my cathedral
so blue
dotted with white fluffiness
so inviting
so peaceful
a choir of birds began their song
squirrels and chipmunks completed the melody
a woodpecker beat the drum
all was good
so beautiful
GOD’S choir
unrehearsed
my soul
refreshed
healed
at peace
in those few moments spent
in my cathedral
I wonder
if I had been in your cathedral today
would GOD have been able to reach me or
would HE have pricked HIS finger
on the steeple high
been forced to find
an open door
an open window
come join me in
my cathedral
GOD
is there
E V E R Y W H E R E
© Mary M. Cushnie-Mansour
