My Grand Catherdral

I have a grand cathedral
For myself and God alone;
It has no stained-glass windows,
No gold, nor polished stone.
No incense sweet, nor candles,
No carpet for my knees,
Just fragrant grass beneath my feet
And the beauty of tall trees.
Eloquently this quiet world
Tells of the father's love.
In silence, all the stars speak out
From the darkened sky above.
Then gracefully they fade away,
Replaced with rosy light,
As emanating sunbeams
Whisk away the night.
How lovely is my Father's world
When morning breaks the skies,
And from my grand cathedral,
My morning prayers arise.

~ Gael Phaneuf

Do you know? Have you heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God, the
Creator of the ends of the earth.
Isaiah 40:28