I Worship at the Altar of Creation
I worship at the altar of Creation.
Call me pantheist if you will
but labels cannot describe
the mystical connection I feel
while gazing upon the faces
of myriad aster flowers
or hearing the songs of birds
which live in my Sanctuary
where its altar is strewn
with diversity of flora and fauna,
on this Earth filled with infinite species
numbers still not counted
and wiser than any human
fabrication of religion
or material contraption.
I worship at the altar of Creation
not just at the all too human
cloistered inside chapel
where hymns of praise are sung
but air is filled with stagnant odors,
windows closed to the great Outdoors.
Give me more ! the outer air,
the sweet perfume of springs mimosa
the healing aroma of every flower
entwined together as if by plan
all singing in harmony
with profound profusion
in this Sanctuary where I dwell,
my Mystic Meadows.
- Christine S. Maccabee