In my search for church

I heard the voice of God,

 Whispering in the pines.


It took a while, I drove a mile

The hills were steep with sharp inclines.

I did not know it would be so


But then I found the chapel spire

Sun setting it afire


Whispered word from God I heard

The altar there, stark and bare

A rail to kneel, a place to feel

 United with the universe.

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