Page 22 - Reflectoem Magazine Issue 10
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the forest just before dusk is like a

                  cathedral

                  full of shine and God

                  the nave up to the horizon

                  tall columns of hardy pines

                  a vault from the hazy sky slowly


                  sloping

                  over

                  treetops




                  light glows obliquely between the

                  trunks

                  red as through the pieces of cathedral

                  stained glass,





                  just before dusk the forest becomes
                  quiet





                  The Holy Spirit in thousands of

                  chirping particles falls asleep

                  in hollows and nests,

                  he leaves us with the gift of tongues

                  ,

                  at last

                  we are able to talk to each other







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