Under the Cathedral of Forest and light

God (for me) is not only to be found in the closed up places, doors shut and curtains drawn, hushed and dark places of pinned up souls in too tight shoes. No God (for me) is in the sky and the divinity of the created birds that fly from the sky bearing gifts of song to their creator. God (for me) is found in soft doe eyes that turn to watch me, ever watchful of danger in the morning light. God (for me) is found in the forest under the hushed tones of trees in their ordinary state, speaking like old friends having tea while they hold hands under the soil in the depths of the dark earth that is nourishing them. There is (for me) divinity in their conversations as they dance in the breezes and shelter the birds and the wild things (of which I am one.) God…