LINE CREEK, a sanctuary

early morning
where my dreams meet the dawn
golden and green
the forest is my sanctuary
tree branches above,
like rafters of a church
light shining through the leaves
like stained glass windows
air sweet like communion wine
and a breeze
that touches me
gently
like forgiveness
a cocoon
a place of transformation
to safely go
and grow
alongside that which only knows
of reaching for the sky
while firmly rooted
in the earth
i come here to worship
like many before me
their footsteps, a path
an aisle
to follow for miles and miles and miles
until i arrive
at the altar
my waiting soul
weds my eager body