My wife suggested that one of the reasons she asked me to codify some of my ramblins was to include some of the meaningful things i have written. Therefore this is a rerelease from the year 2002.

The opening of service in Nature’s Cathedral is nothing like the sounds emitted from the bell towers of more well know churches.  It has a more subtle opening.  It can be the soft flutter of a mourning dove, the whispered call of a Bobwhite or even the muted grunts from the family of javelinas that has come in to see if corn has been spread.

There is a choir to herald the opening but one must listen carefully.  All the notes of the music scale are there but there are no lyrics that man can understand.  The music is soft like the sound of waves at a sheltered part of the beach.  Sometimes the music is almost a sigh.  Oh, on occasion a raucous crow can be heard but one overlooks such an intrusion.  You can sit back and listen to what truly is the purest of heavenly sounds. 

The lighting of the candles consists of a softening of the night, fading starlight and an awareness that night has ended.  Even the sunrise is gentle, not harsh and sudden.  The light of the new day grows steadily as the service continues.

Services last all day and change as often as the wind.  Services can be of the hell fire and brimstone variety during the heat of summer or it can be as gentle as the opening of new buds in spring.  Nature’s catherfral has scheduled something for everyone.

Closing of services comes almost as quietly as the opening.  Dimness starts to spread and one feels a settling of the day’s activities.  This is not a time to rush out of the cathedral for other activities but is a time to sit and reflect on the message of the service, which is a message from within.  The message in Nature’s Cathedral is not written by man but is truly written by someone with more of an understanding of what man really needs.

I like the service in this Cathedral.