Green Cathedral

Grandma Stella cherishes memories of a serene forest cathedral where nature’s elements blend harmoniously, imagining divine presence under the starlit sky.

I know a green cathedral, a shadowed forest shrine

Where leaves in love join hands above and arch your prayer and mine

Within its cool depths sacred, the priestly cedar sighs,

And the fir and pine lift arms divine unto the pure blue skies

In my dear green cathedral there is a flowered seat

And choir loft in branched croft, where songs of bird hymns sweet

And I like to dream at evening, when the stars its arches light.

That my lord and God treads its hallowed sod,

In the cool calm peace of night.