| Woodland Cathedral |
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| In the place of abundant life and constant song |
| Through pores of trees spoke ancient time |
| And how we can know this now |
| These patterns tumble through our minds |
| Refracting themselves through this warm prism |
| And are found projected and manifested |
| In this arching dome |
| Here, we come to pray |
| Thus I have heard, here the inner world rings |
| In memory of what will be And on this night |
| The veil is lifted from the face of a bright inner Sun |
