Where the tallest trees entwine above the path,
I walk through my light-dappled cathedral.

When the flitting birds lift their song of praise,
I hear their worship of the Creator.

When the soft breeze stirs the listening leaves,
my heart joins in adoration and thanks.

When the sun breaks free to warm my upturned face,
I raise my hands in unashamed worship of the Son.

When the winding path opens to the lake’s still edge,
its mirrored waters cradle the sky like a holy reflection.

The gentle lap of waves upon the shore is a hymn,
the widening ripples blessings on the surface.

I watch the drifting light dance upon the water,
and know—this whole walk is prayer

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