Green Sabbath

Green Sabbath short poem

Uploaded by Keith Wilson

Here…
is absence of stained glass,
glistening crosses,
eternal sacrifice,

No candles to reflect into,
wine nor wafer passed,
ornate altars,
inspiring Psalms…
All in distant cathedral.

Naked truths speak to this heart..
embraced within whispering green forests,
within sacred dark soil adhering to my bare soul.
This arbor canopy…
my embracing Father…
Sweet nurturing creek …
my bathing Mother.
Sacred ripe air from Gods breath…
scented of pine and oak …
My daily Sabbath…my Communion.

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A marine science teacher who is deeply connected to the beauty of the natural world and is in endless wonder at the opportunities of discovery that each moment offers.
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