I do not need a church to pray. No bricks and mortar, piles of clay. No altar table, cloth of white, no golden chalice, no candlelight. Carpeted aisles with curved pews flanked. Don't make my prayers more sacrosanct.
For God is with me everyday in every place - in every way. Through relaxation and through chore He is before me evermore. The whole world is the church of God, from the tallest tree to the greenest sod. The trees and mountains form the walls. The flowers and green grass deck the halls. White clouds on high the altar set; Sun's rays, feeding life, the chalice yet. No candles but when falls the night, profusion of stars to lend their light.
~ Joan Miller ~
(S.S. June 1996)
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