There is a cathedral in the woods where his lost soul go to pray.
There is a flat rock under the trees that he uses as a bed.
He lays down when he is down as the sun goes down.
And when he wakes up he is surrounded by squirrels, ducks and raccoons.
There is a cathedral in the woods where trees whisper love words with the voice of the wind.
They remind him the things he has the right for just by being alive.
We all have a cathedral.
Mine is in the woods.
On that rock.
Under those trees.
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