The Forest Is My Cathedral

ANCIENT PRIEST AND HOLY

called to church by the wind,
I bring my offering and kneel
before the priest, a supplicant

accept what little I bring
and carry it to heaven,
begging mercy for me, a sinner

transform this earth to breath
release this life to the sky
you stand a priest, a bridge

between earth and heaven,
between this life and eternity
silent witness who knows all
the names of god, yet never speaks

rooted here among us so we will see
that there is more to life than
dirt and rain and fallen leaves

you beg us to look up, to see
we stand together under one sun
no matter how many clouds

holy priest of the forest,
hear my prayers and intercede
on my behalf, that I may know your god

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