My Church

My church has no wall
my church has no roof,
birds of freedom fly through,
so many stars shine inside,

my church has neither doors
nor stained glass windows,
it is the Lifeblood of Spring,
the golden paintings of Fall.

As simple as a mountain flower,
as strong as a mother,
my church is wider than the sky,
and higher than cathedrals,

for it is the Good in everyone,
the never-ending breath of Life,
the Faith in Love,
my church is Love itself.