I was born in the
Cathedral
of the Pacific Northwest.
Baptized in gentle rain.
Forgiven in sun rise.
Communicated with lofty mountain peaks.
Confirmed in salty sea breeze.
The Aurora Borealis was a rose window.
Soaring Cedar and Redwood were
spires drawing eyes ever upward.
Incense their wet needles.
And I am all colored inside.
All meadow flower
heather rose
lime leafy green
and dark piny tree
blue white mountain snow.
So that now inside me
resides
the Cathedral of the Lord.
Copyright @1982 Leslie Eaton |
St. Joseph's in
Sequim, Washington. Her family is of utmost importance to her. She expresses
her spirituality through writing and through her teaching and service projects in her
church community. She and her husband Conrad both love the mountains yet often they
experience them in different ways: he climbs them and she writes about them.
