Some dear "anonymous" person left the words to this song on my site a couple days back (Anonymous, I would love it if you would reveal yourself!). I went and downloaded it so I could hear it as I fell in love with the words immediately. On Saturday, my friend Becky and I got up early and went out to see some Autumn colors. We didn't hit the peak of the season (it is this week, apparently!)...but it was still lovely...and a wee bit chilly!

But the whole time I was out, I kept thinking of the words to the song....

My Cathedral
by Chris Rice

Sweetest days of childhood,
Playing in the deep woods,
Stomping through the creek
and feeling oh-so-much alive.

We're camping in the forest,
We join the cricket chorus,
Hum our songs of gratitude
around a crackling fire.

Out here in the stillness,
I found my house of worship
with column trees and canopy of stars,
Here in my cathedral.

It was beneath the blue skies,
I ran down to be baptized,
I felt the river wash me clean
and dried beneath the sun.

To this day believing
I'm wide awake or dreaming,
Scan the ancient sky
and understand where I belong.

Cause out here in the stillness,
I find my house of worship
with column trees and canopy of stars,
Here in my cathedral.

This is where I find my soul,
Out where holy men of old
first knelt in soil
and thanked You for the rain.

Wrote the songs that filled the air,
Harold angels sang their prayer,
out beneath
your darling constellations.

Let me off and wander,
Robin song and thunder,
Surrounding me with stained glass leaves
that change with every breeze.

Out here in the stillness,
I find my house of worship
with column trees and canopy of stars,
Here in my cathedral.


Sutcliffe Bridge.
A place of beauty.
And a good reason to wake up early on a Saturday.

Yeah, the team stinks this year.
But still I say, "Go Hawks."
And so does the person who carved this into the bridge.

After the bridge, we drove to the Palisades Park.
Though we didn't hit the peak of the season, it was still beautiful.

Here we are in my cathedral.