I do not need a church to pray;
No bricks and mortar, tiles of clay;
No altar table, cloth of white;
No golden chalice, candelight;
Carpeted aisle with carved pews flanked
Don't make my prayers more sacrosanct.
For God is with me every day to 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 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,
Profusions of stars to lend their light.
~ Joan Miller ~
(Sanatha Sarathi - June 1996)
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