• alisdaire_ocaoimph 23w


    I come here
    Where limbs reach
    Up into the great expanse
    And the warmth of day
    Draws the southern air
    Heavy upon the breath
    I look around
    Accepting all within sight
    To enter the moment
    Hold and retain
    That this place becomes sacred
    A holy of holies where
    Nature calls, summons
    The glory of the second
    God fills the woods
    Is felt within the breeze
    And this place becomes
    My Tabernacle
    To God.

    © Alisdaire O'Caoimph