CATHEDRAL

leaves, heart-

shaped, veined

with green life

raise up 

their open hands

offering light

back to the light

a roundness

cloistered inside 

this arbor 

of intimacy

ripens, burgeons 

into a brightness

an awakening 

a turning, a taming 

this secret garden

is the architecture

the cathedral

we live in

that always 

enfolds us

no matter 

the season

if we let it

feel it

and hear its

whispered hymn:

grow, grow, grow.