I worship under the arching Oaks and Elms
in the Cathedral created by our Holy Father.
As a choir of songbirds sing God's praises,
I feel the warmth on my face
and bask in the light of the Lord's
holy sun as it shines down and blesses me
With all God's creatures, great and small.
I pray to survive another day
in the warmth of nature's holy graces.
Amen
Carol Carney
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