My Church

The outdoors is my church,

The cathedral is the sky

Birds flying by, so high in the sky

Bring the choir to these wide walls.

Spider webs formed with dew and sunlight

The stained glass images form.

Bright hummingbirds dancing among flowers so tall

Butterflies are visions of angel wings brought to Earth.

A sea of gold, wildflowers bending in the breeze

Rival any man made carpet set before us.

In these hallowed walk ways I find God.