I amble along in silent repose
‘Neath this canopy
of giants
So grand that
their sheltering arms
Reach up to the
sky to filter the sun
Into soft laser
beams.
This chapel, this
vestry,
Serene sanctuary
to any who seek
The tranquility
granted to all who aspire
To worship your
grandeur,
To breathe the
fresh morning,
Engaging your
voice.
Your world becomes
my world with every footfall
As seeds of
enchantment fill every nook.
All are invited.
All are made welcome to
Stay a while
longer
To savor the
bliss.
Peace, in this
moment can
Never grow weary
for
Time is a treasure
More precious than
gold.
Deep in the wood
let me seek
With full measure
the
Prize and the
pleasure
Of all that you
hold.
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