Woodland Cathedral

In the place of abundant life and constant song

Through pores of trees spoke ancient time

And how we can know this now

These patterns tumble through our minds

Refracting themselves through this warm prism

And are found projected and manifested

In this arching dome

Here, we come to pray

Thus I have heard, here the inner world rings

In memory of what will be

And on this night

The veil is lifted from the face of a bright inner Sun