My Church Poem by Patricia Denise Newman
My Church
My church is of the open air
no man-made roof or walls
The sky above my ceiling
the floor where my foot falls.
Through winter's rain and summer's sun
my church is ever near,
the trees provide my shelter,
birdsong my choir and prayer.
Wherever I may travel,
foreign lands and distant shore,
my church will travel with me,
I could not ask for more.
Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: religions
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