I Belong

I  BELONG

I belong to the round church
With the altar of mossy stone,
The autumn leaves for stained glass
And the wind in the trees for song.

I’ll say my prayers under heaven,
It’s the only way that I can,
And be baptized in cool lake water
Not needing the hand of man.

I belong to the church of creation,
It’s the holiest one on earth,
And my faith in it rises eternal
With every spring’s sweet rebirth.