On
a floor of needles and leaves
Hidden
within the lush branches
Cloistered
from the world
I
sat in a cathedral of pine
Five
trees encircled my prayer
Limbs
knitted like arms
wrapped
around my reverie.
Walled
off from the world around me
Watched
only by squirrels,
By
the young lady slippers, the ferns,
Birds,
salamanders, insects,
The
other denizens of the
Small
island in the lake
A
hidden sanctuary for one
Ringed
by lady slippers, ferns,
High
and low-bush blueberry plants
A
stillness in the chaos of that summer
Somewhere
to ponder, reflect,
Slow
down and commune
With
the hand of the creator
By
the still, calm lake.
edited December 26, 2014
a chapel prayer closet – v3
(editing version 2 and original version)
edited February 23, 2014
“a chapel prayer closet – v2”
edited/new poem February 17, 2014
“a chapel prayer closet
edited February 11, 2014
“A Cathedral of Pine – v3”
(editing the original again)
Edited May 4, 2013
“A Cathedral of Pine – v2”
November 4, 2005
“A Cathedral of Pine”
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