Well worn paths
Through shaded glens
A cathedral of branches
Altar of leaves
Windows of green
Hidden chancels of dreams
Lost in paradise
Sweet the wind that chills
Dance with the breeze
A psalm of tenderness
Streams a symphony of praise
With a orchestra of hope
Adorned in a glorious light
Written for Sunday Scribblings
Written whilst playing Hide and Seek with my 9 year old daughter. I was hiding in the woods for a long time!!
There is something special about nature that does seem to protest against all the evil!
Alan, this has a very meditative quality to it. Very peaceful.
I really like the way this flows and what it says. Playing hide and seek with your daughter adds to the delightful words in this poem.
A beautiful green poem, and I love your note saying you were playing hide and seek with your daughter. Sounds like a great afternoon.
Your words paint a delightful picture.
There’s a hush of holiness about your poem…
I can just imagine you sitting there lost in your thoughts as you waited to be found and entered the beautiful land you had found.
A great bond here between nature and the human.
A strong sense of peace and spirituality in this beautiful poem.
a perfect day with the canopy of greens
Lovely. There is naught so beautiful as nature wearing her green coat.
Hi thank you all, i enjoyed writing this whilst deep in the woods, i thought the trees had a divine temple quality, must have been my time as a choir boy;
such is the power that it enevelopes all in its aura… you are lucky to be living close to such wonder!
you paint a beautiful…and peaceful picture…i love nature..and the woods…that you wrote it there in the presence of it…makes complete sense…smiles.
I love that you wrote this while playing with your daughter and I love how you weave heaven and earth together. Lovely.
Dropping by from the Poetry Pantry.
Hi, there. Thanks again for stopping in! Nice poem – I think a typo in the winds chills line, perhaps?
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