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.