Creation's Cathedral

I spent yesterday morning outside because I heard the already cold temps were going to nose-dive for the next few days, again! They were right!

There are no pictures on these walls

Yet everywhere we look

The awesome artwork of Someone

Fills every rill and nook

The floors are laid with carpet rare

White plush or lush leaf-green

And we are drawn to linger where

The air is sweet and keen

No clock to tick and tock or mock

No rigid rules intone

Here Worship needs no noise of talk  

In nature’s pantheon

…and we are welcome, one and all

Into this holy place

To wander slow, its tree-lined hall

Or gaze on heaven’s face

For nothing else can quite compare

In workmanship or fame

To creation’s Cathedral where

Earth shouts her Master’s Name

© Janet Martin

 The earth is the Lord's, and the fulness thereof; the world, and they that dwell therein. Ps. 24:1