Worship Out of Doors — a poem


“Keep close to Nature’s heart…
and break clear away, once in awhile….
Wash your spirit clean.”

– John Muir

Camp chairs on the banks of a pond,
under an oak yet to give out Spring’s leaves.
Gray overcast makes the canopy a stained-
glass.  Looking up I watch angelic hosts rising
and descending upon branches.  A Tufted
Titmouse hops lower and lower – to a limb
five feet above me – to deliver the annunciation.
Warblers keeps the ants at bay.  A Downy taps
out the Stations of the Cross.  The Bald Eagle fills
in for the Holy Spirit, casting the Great Blue Heron
from the heavens.  A Blue Jay celebrant leads
the Exhortation; the Red-Bellied Woodpecker remains

I’m not dressed for church.

4 thoughts on “Worship Out of Doors — a poem

  1. Love the Muir quote! This is a wonderful write, Charley, all the birds and relating them to worship. That last line is perfect – the implication that unless you are feathered, you are not prepared to worship as they do.


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