The majesty of the trees are silhouette upon the night skies,
While a wind calls forth the choir of their leaves in voices gentle and
And the forest sounds of abundant life are surely their assembled orchestra.
My soul whispers I must kneel in awe and with reverence of the sacred
For how can I by such revelation not be carried to the Most High Holy Place
And in turn blessed by the raptured vision of God's Spirit manifest.
Soon, I am warmed by pillars of the Dawn's light through Trees now defined.
Voices awakened sing to me of humble rebirth and the gift of a new Day.
The morning's dew bids me to drink deep my soul's longing. I can thirst
Thus, I am risen to a beckoning of the Forest's tent and told I may
Suddenly, the Goddess sends forth Her Sparrow to proclaim me Her chosen
My worldly wardrobe is stripped from me as I am clothed by Her nature
So are we all blessed
And so are we all One.
The Seeker's robe is gone.
And what revealed is but God.