You ask me
where my faith is?
You ask me
where is my church?
Do you have time
to take a walk with me?
Do you have time
to take a moment away ?
It is here,
upon the mountains
where time sits still
and the light wanders
through the trees,
cascading within their brilliance
and their love of dawn’s first light.
This is where you will find me,
this is where I belong,
sitting among the roots of the tree,
listening to their song.
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