Sitting within a small cathedral of trees, I feel the presence of God. Trees arch overhead with stained glass leaves in the colors of green and early autumn. Above the trees’ crown of gently swaying leaves, the sun sails serenely through white clouds and blue sky.
The parishioners of this cathedral are shy, hidden birds singing sweet songs to God. Squirrels scamper down the trees, genuflecting with their bushy tails before Mother Earth’s autumn leaf-covered altar.
Behind me in a tree, I hear a soft tapping sound. Perhaps it is a woodpecker or maybe a faerie cobbler working on a shoe.
Here in God’s cathedral of trees is the sacred mystery of Creation. Here among the trees is the presence of God.