Church with the Big Book
i walk into the sanctuary
while it is still dimly lit.
as the darkness begins to dissipate
the birds join the choir
one by one their voice
their individual songs
creating a melody
beyond the greatest composer.
the trees ready themselves
standing tall
and confident.
the clouds announce
what's coming next
reflecting soft purples, oranges and pinks.
and then we wait.
the song of the birds quiets
but remains.
i sit in hopeful silence.
awaiting the sermon from the sun
i wonder
sometimes with words.
the sky fades to blue
the congregation of flowers and plants
begin to life their heads
opening themselves to the work within.
light touches the top of the tallest pine first
then graces each palm frond.
and suddenly
as if no time had passed at all
the Light appears in its fullness.
it has always been there
constant in its appearing,
bringing life
helping to count the days.
the light comes
casting a glow
through the trees
the air
baptizing souls with it's
silent sermon through the day
if my heart is opening
to listening.
there is no closing song
but ongoing Presence
of the Divine.
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