All nature towers over and around us,
ancient forests and hills ever surround us,
the moon and stars and endless sky dwarf us,
and swirling winds churn dark mystery.
We watch for each dawn through long hours,
wait facing eternity nightly alone,
take comfort from all we imagine we might,
stand by our guiding compass needle,
the small gray spire
pointing back an overpowering blue and gold universe.
Lanning Lee 