Green Cathedral

Grandma Stella shares a beautiful poem about a ‘green cathedral’ in nature, where she finds solace and connection with the divine amidst the trees and birdsong.

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.