#6 Belonging

As I walk through the woods, I am overcome with pungent oxygen… cedar as incense for the soul. The branches overhead enfold me, caressing my senses with gentle divinity. There is no need for altars, pews, and lecturing with words. I am in the church of all… the abundant acceptance of god’s own symphony.

Whispering wind blows

Speaking amongst the branches

I know who I am.

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