Cathedral Poem by E M Krumholtz

Canopied cathedral of God's making,
stained glass leaves with etched veins,
choirs of bird-song entwined with whistling wind and shushing foliage
sing heaven's hymns.
The green robes of ordinary times
give way to the russet falling raiment of martyrs.
Soft whiteness covers the barren emptiness - a quiet time
for contemplation and solitude.
Then cleansing waters nourish,
bringing forth forgiveness and new life.
Flowery arms reach to God,
outstretched,
seeking the Son,
a community growing together in riotous celebration of rebirth.
Sanctuary to all of creation,
in peace and in time of tumult,
strong roots and willowy bending,
the stability and the giving,
the steadfast and the tolerant,
the shelter and the sacrifice,
those with thorns grow beside those of towering uprightness.
The frail, gently waving, weathering storms because it is His will.
All planned by the architect who sees the smallest to the greatest.
Earth, our home, our place of worship,
God's chapel,
cathedral by His design.