When Randy and I went for a walk at Dillon Nature Center a couple of weeks ago, the words from that solo, " I Know A Green Cathedral," were the ones singing in my head:
I know a green cathedral, a shadowed forest shrine,
Where leaves in love join hands above
And arch your prayer and mine.
Within its cool depths sacred,
The priestly cedar sighs,
And the fir and pine lift arms divine
Unto the pure blue skies
In my green cathedral, there is a flowered seat,
And choir loft in branched croft,
Where songs of bird hymns sweet.
And I like to dream at evening,
When the stars its arches light,
That my Lord and God treads its hallowed sod,
In the cool, calm peace of night.