Forest Church

Upton Cottage, Loftus,10/09/16  

More and more I’m finding

that going into a church

is like going into a tomb.

A place that feels cold and restricted.

And the only way to endure it

is to layer up

and imagine the joy inside me

dancing like a small child.

Instead of stone walls

I long for trees

and a cloud splattered sky

instead of a painted ceiling.

I want to lie

in a leaf-floored forest

And watch the screech owls

take flight.

See the red squirrels acrobat.

Stay long enough

to glimpse

the shy roe deer…..