Forest Cathedral

No great cathedral here,
Except the trees
That touch the sky, and bring
Me to my knees
In reverential awe.

The only choir
Is that of singing birds;
Their songs inspire
My heart to sing the praise
Of Him who made
Each tree that towers so high,
Each tiny blade.

There is no altar here
Except the sod,
But...in this quiet place
My soul finds God!

...Olive Weaver Ridenour