Call to Worship

The sun, sensing the Creator’s footfalls,

Beams joyfully through golden leaves,

rendering them translucent

With warmth on this frigid dawn.

Leaves, brittled by the frosted night,

Turn to glass, stained 

with Autumn’s deepest reds and golds,

Transforming the forest

To a place of storied wonder

and worship.

Pine needles carpet the ground,

Muffling the sounds 

of scurrying squirrels

While deer tiptoe along the trunk-lined cloister.

Living pillars stretch toward roofless blue,

curving rafters inward,

Bowing haloed heads like giant angels.

A hawk’s cry pierces the stillness 

like a cantor’s call to prayer,

Evoking an expectant hush.

Invisible, the Spirit’s wind

crescendos through the forest,

Stirring a cadence of whispered prayers

In the hearts of all creation.

By Heather J. Willis, author

“Then shall the trees of the forest sing for joy before the Lord, for he comes to judge the earth. Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; for his steadfast love endures forever!” ~1 Chronicles 16:33-34

When was the last time you worshiped  God in a sanctuary of his own making?

Step outside today and worship with the rest of creation!

"You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands." ~Isaiah 55:12