Cathedral of the Divine

I want to hide in a secret place

where stone is blanketed by shade

and dragonflies sweep through the valley

and fairy games are played

And waterfalls of moss

carpet the trees to the ground

where tiny frogs hop in the underbrush

and butterfly children are found

Where snakes seek the light to warm

and I see the shade to cool

we both being one in spirit

sit by the freshwater pool

And Mother Nature in her consistency

early spring cool, summer sun

in the wet of plenty or trickle of heat

my wandering soul she has won. 

I want to hide in a secret place

among the symphony of stones

as they play earth's song in the morning breeze

singing of times long past, long gone

As I listen to the tales they tell

and light filters through the trees

the dew drops serve as suncatchers

and it brings me to my knees.

And I beg for Mother Earth

to embed within my mind

the peace that I find here once again

for another day, another time. 

The leaves of the rhododendron

glossy and strong in its make

frames this vision of perfection

and its image I will take. 

And as the trees they filter the light

and it trickles down to me

I ask my dream catcher they will become

and only good will I see. 

I want to hide in a secret place

a Cathedral of the Divine

until my soul heals by Mothers love

and strength once again is mine.