Giant Cedars of Cathedral Grove 1994

I am drawn to your sweet scent,
Collapsing to your foot in one of Gods many earthly creations,
All these many towering altars encouraged me to pray,

We all worshipped in the ways we were taught by the wise,
All this wonderful Still Life,
We the Good still obey,

But the bad I see them hiding behind those other trunks,
They'll never be saved if they even believe,

We chose a different path as to avoid their frightening glances,

What is this feeling that captivates my curiosity?,

I believe it was on that wet day,

Knowledge,

And upon leaving this living sanctuary,
I ventured back to the world of toil and living.