Church

by Gary Walker

Church is in session in a cathedral of trees,
and my choir singing sweet are the birds and the bees

It is quiet here, what more can I say,
It’s a place where one can think, feel and pray

With tree-pillars abounding and ceiling of sky,
I feel so free, like I could fly

Sermons a plenty in leaves, living things and stone,
the Word is true and pure, like being at home

The only offering required is awareness, reverence and love,
Which will open new views, perceptions, as though from above

But above is inside where it always must be,
One glimpse of it all opens true reality

There’s music, energy and stillness - it’s the word of the day,
The same feeling you’ll have when watching children at play

No creed, dogma or ritual we need,
The answer, the message, - is in old Oak and seed

Cycles, stages and patterns appear to be real,
But in Alpha-Omega, the truth is revealed

See but a fraction seems the best we can do
Soon wholeness, oneness, will come shining through

Like light pouring into stained glass rosette,
All shall be revealed - colorful - it’s a sure bet

The offertory is made, there are acorns over the floor,
And around and above…wide open…who needs a door?

Seems a passage is called for but who knows for sure,
Endure, overcome, love - it’s known to the pure

Church is always open, night and day
It’s a place to resort, even if you’ve nothing to say

We come to Church to learn and think,
That sometimes it’s ourselves that we hoodwink

Every one and things’ a teacher for me,
Lose pride, learn all, in humility

Church is everywhere and no place at all,
It’s especially needed by those of us who fall

A loving hand up is what we all can use,
There’s no need to feed the Mime and the Ruse

The chimes peal, both near and far,
Calling all from earth to the farthest star

We worship in mind and heart, - in Nature we see,
The grand objective and pure possibility

A prayer goes up in fall and in spring,
Losing is finding, - now let us sing.