It is an old saw indeed
that a person’s home is castle,
and I hope this is more true than not,
however simple.
Yet for me,
it is when I step outside this castle
that I enter our shared sacred cathedral,
which feels more important
and adventurous,
and wonderful
than my too stifling castle,
however sublime.
Bird chatter echoes mutual greetings
psalms reciting Other’s praising morning light
promising their co-enrapture of return
before light fades to dusk this night.
Birds echo cathedrals of tree majestic chatter,
underflight of bees and insect buzz growing conjoined refrain
evening’s glad sung massive eulogy
consecrates this flying day’s compline,
grace delight.
Liturgy of Earth flight song
echoes through shattering light,
entering as exiting each shared dark mythic night.
My new grey hiking shoes
thick soled,
tread too loudly
to celebrate a homing invitation
to hear and see hidden diversity
within this wooded ridge.
I stop to break from sacrilegious
pounding plodding reverberating echoes
through ears attuned for inside
languaged voices and recreation,
amusements excluded from wild nature’s
cathedral voices
breathing impassioned pauses for mutual gratitude,
co-listening,
hoping for mindful human steps
taken to conjoin this woodland,
enfolding time’s whisper shy adventure.
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