a hallowed forest shrine.
Where trees in love join hands above
to arch your prayer and mine.
Within its cool depths sacred,
the priestly cedar sighs.
And the fir and pine lift arms divine
unto the clear blue skies.
In my dear green cathedral
there is a quiet seat.
And choir loft in branched croft
where songs of birds hymn sweet.
And I like to think at evening
when the stars its arches light.
That my Lord and God treads its hallowed sod
in the cool, calm peace of night.
Next weekend we'll be heading out to Shrinemont for a Getaway Weekend. What a beautiful place it is, and it will be a time for reflection, relaxation and good company with friends!
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