nature’s cathedral
The silence is deafening
a thunderous void of unchained, unnecessary thoughts and worries
fade to memory
as I stand outside and watch fireflies worship at nature’s cathedral.
Deep-forest harmonies intertwine
and echo off the placid lake.
Loons trill into the stillness of the night
on and off an effervescent symphony of neon bug lights express their
gratitude without words
because words are substituted by simply being
they aren’t needed
in nature’s cathedral.
Not judged they do not judge
gentle giants of the dark hang silently sparkling
stars of the night sky with no need to prove their right
to take a seat in nature’s cathedral.
Centuries-old oak and fir
strong way before my time
stand in guardianship of Creator’s truth to which they align
and stretch towards the home of the Rider of the wind.
They know their place in nature’s cathedral
just as today, so do I.
