My Cathedral Poem by Abra Sunshine Wongler

My Cathedral



O'er my head, the towering cathedral of stock and stone casts its shadow down o'er me.
It's beauty one to awe and inspire, as I aspire to fly to higher heights.
I hear the wind rush through the empty streets, the chatter of children in houses, the patter of Rain on tile roofs.
I hear it all.
I only come here to visit this city, soon I'll return home to my own cathedral, one that does not simply awe...it consols me.
My cathedral is in the cry of the Eagle!
My cathedral is the wind whispering in the Trees!
My cathedral is the rushing blood of the running Stag!
My cathedral is alive and warm, it shall never crumble into the dust!
O'er my head, flying high I see the Sun, I feel it's rays...
The world untouched by wheel and steel is my cathedral! !
The scales of the Wyvern are my stained glass, the Rock is my pew, the voices of all the Spirits of the wilds are my choir!
The Hunt itself, Life itself are my priests, and my cathedral will stand long long after my life is done.
So I'll swim in my Rivers, I'll soar in my Skies, I'll glide in my Seas, I'll rest in my Woods, I'll revel in the spirit of my world!
I am whole, I feel my life pulsing, I feel the joy...I feel it all...in my cathedral

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