God's Cathedral

Shining silver, the river flows.
Tall and straight, the evergreen grows.
Life flows seaward, fresh into salt.
The forest robes the mountain's fault.
Thus God's great work unfolds as we,
in awe, observe the mystery.

Seek not for God in spires tall
or hallowed, old cathedral hall
if, in your heart, you know he dwells
in woodland hills and mountain dells.
For, though He is omnipresent,
He also knows our heart's intent.

Thus when I need to hear His voice
I leave behind the choral noise
and seek the hush of forest dreams,
the water songs of mountain streams.
And on the rush of beating wing
                                                               I hear the songs the Angels sing.

Psalm 98: 4 - 9

⁴ Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth,
   burst into jubilant song with music;
⁵ make music to the LORD with the harp,
   with the harp and the sound of singing,
⁶ with trumpets and the blast of the ram’s horn—
   shout for joy before the LORD, the King.

 ⁷ Let the sea resound, and everything in it,
   the world, and all who live in it.
⁸ Let the rivers clap their hands,
   let the mountains sing together for joy;
⁹ let them sing before the LORD,
   for he comes to judge the earth.
He will judge the world in righteousness
   and the peoples with equity.