Green cathedral, #stillness deep,

Where the ancient cedars sleep.

Secrets that the ages keep,

While the weary spirit sleeps.

But my soul awakens here,

Far from worry, far from fear.

God's Own Presence feels so near,

Every doubt becomes unclear.

In the quiet, cool, soft air,

I lift up a #Father's prayer,

For my children, light and fair,

For the ones my soul holds dear.

Forest whispers, God's own art,

Speaking gently to my heart.

Plays a peaceful, holy part,

Setting weary cares apart.

I see icons in the trees,

Bending branches in the breeze.

Find my humble, simple ease,

Praying on my bended knees.