My Church: Where God truly lives

I am a Christian, but I do not go to a church made by man.

I have never felt comfortable being confined inside a building.

I do not need a priest, rabbi or minister to tell me of God.

I see him everyday in the people that I meet.

I have no need for a sermon filled with dogma.

The Springbrook Nature Center is my church.

My heart aches with the beauty that I behold there.

The birds and buzzing insects sing the choral praise.

The wildflowers provide the ornamentation for the altar.

And as I look up to the heavens through the leaves,

God whispers to me through the gentle breeze.

I say Amen...


photo by Mary Moellenhoff