Church of Nature…
I belong to the church of Nature,
Where the clouds are our roof,
And the ground is our seat,
We make way for our pastor,
Mother Nature most discreet…
Wherever we are we find we are at church,
In the mountains, in the valleys, on the beach,
Even on the side of a busy road under a birch,
That’s where we do our business, sometimes just research…
How many do believe in a god?
And what god do they believe in?
Be it Allah, God, Buddha or a golden cow,
We all can believe and worship anytime, even right now…
All we need is the open sky,
A field of flowers, salt air and sandy beach,
Tall redwoods or short pines,
Any type of tree or bush will do just fine,
Give me Nature over that of a church building,
To sit and be covered by vines, yes entwined,
Would feel completely right and ultimately divine…
© ed ~ 3/11/05
Ron
good work!
It doesn't matter where you are you're heard. Preference is only a state of mind. Love your thought of wisdom.
You can't drive your jeep, less someone made it first..Heresy Ed.
On the pyre you go. Any excuse to keep us Eskimos warm...
love Tinka
A field of flowers, salt air and sandy beach,
Tall redwoods or short pines,
Any type of tree or bush will do just fine,
Amen, Brother! And I truly wish more felt the same - then maybe more of we humans would respect Mother Nature.