My Favorite Church

I can’t stop marveling at the Altar Of Creation

lately, when I need to pray

I go to the church that 
has no doors

and where the walls are made of carved granite ~ 

I sit under it’s moving roof
on a pew that smells 
like fresh pine 

and fold my hands quietly until God joins me ~ 

here in this most ancient of churches,
I watch a dozen fat rainbow angel dressed
as trout dance in the baptismal font
…