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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CATHEDRAL WOODS, by AUGUSTA WRAY
First Line: On sunday morning I leave town
Last Line: I pray in church of god.
Subject(s): Churches; Prayer; Cathedrals
First Line: On sunday morning I leave town
Last Line: I pray in church of god.
Subject(s): Churches; Prayer; Cathedrals
On Sunday morning I leave town;
Away from tired people
I go where woods are green and brown,
Each pine a spired steeple.
My street-worn feet soft aisles can tread
Toward shrines in white-birch dells;
In treetops high the wind o'erhead
Chimes faintly like church bells.
The slanted rays of sunlight fall
In stained-glass patterns rare;
The holy quiet over all,
The incense in the air,
Are like a benediction thrown
O'er sermon from the sod.
Who will may kneel in church of stone,
I pray in church of God.
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