My cathedral is never locked . . .
it has no doors . . .
there are no walls . . .
yet . . .
it inspires me with its beauty . . .
its songs touch my heart . . .
melodies of praise and wonder . . .
awaken me each and every day . . . .
The hand which built it . . .
loves me very much!
by Martha L Shaw – Copyright 8-20-12