We kneel in a forest glade.
Trees are cathedral above us;
and the sun flows prismatically through leaves.
The earth, the sky spinning,
the connection to everything.
All the dancing creatures of our home,
so commanding, so moving, so powerful.
Yet we feel this lightly, like the touch of a spider,
or the breath of a lover.
… A true communion!!
A melding souls into the swirling of life…
… You sing to me:
“Peace…” From our log-
pew! In the prayers,
I don’t even say-