Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Forest Cathedral
I walk in the whisper
of the wind, splashes
of sunlight dappling
the arched nave,
shadows playing
in flickering green.
A prism’s refraction,
slight peels of light
color my way
toward the shrouded,
trunked apse. Saints
on their wooden perches
watch, approving.
This poem is submitted for One Shot Wednesday, hosted by One Stop Poetry. To see more submitted poems, please visit the site.
Photograph: Tow Path by Peter Griffin via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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My very favorite kind of cathedral Glynn. This is serene.
Quite a lovely metaphor.
I always feel the woods are my cathedral.Lovely :)
Beautiful poem. Love all the cathedral imagery.
amazing... quiet, peaceful, and woodsy feel to this
"A prism’s refraction,
slight peels of light"
Great precise statements such as the one above make the poem's imagery appear majestic to me. Thanks, Gylnn!
one of my favorite places to meet the Divine Glynn...beautiful!
nice...i find solace in the boughs of that sanctuary....it is where i retreat when i need...
a forest cathedral must say my favorite place to pray...being a woodland child this pulls at the heart...blessings..bkm
a favorite place to be ...
Oh I love this! I like the saint metaphor. We go hiking in the woods every chance we get.
I love this poem and picture. They intertwine well like the symbolism of shady dell and Church together. I also learned a new word! I have never heard of the word apse before, but it is lovely.
Nice it's always great to have a place to retreat to like this.
This is lovely!
A wonderful place to worship... closer to heaven.
such peace found here in your words :)
Nice! This makes me very excited to go back to the sequoias in a couple of weeks!
Fantastic write ~ the prompt image is captured perfectly in your words ~ Rose
The wooden saints are a lovely touch. Even someone as unfamiliar with the inside of churches as myself can appreciate the one you build here. Beautiful and serene.
Meant to type "wooden perches for saints" excuse my keyboarding ahead of my brain.
Your poem is a prayer of praise and thanksgiving for the peace of a forest cathedral.
Oh, I saw a whole new image of stained glass windows! Beautiful imagery, Glynn. Isaiah 55:12 ... all the trees of the field will clap their hands. Lovely.
"Saints
on their wooden perches
watch, approving." <--love this.
Beautitful...
a statement
Dear Glyn
Its lovely.. it was a pleasure to read this one after a long time...
Om Namah Shivaya
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