A Church in the Woods

Love this little church in the woods. I wrote a poem about it called, "The Prayer."

The Prayer

The narrow door opens wide
Just room enough for one

To step inside the damp stone walls

And say a prayer to God

 The air falls quiet all is still

No bird is heard, no sound at all

Neath the hushed and silent trees

This sacred place begs bended knee

Words are offered to the sky

With gratitude and humble heart
Spoken softly though they are 

They carry up to heaven

Stirring from the quiet place

Stepping out to all I see

The feeling of the prayer goes on

In stones and earth and tree