The shady cathedral of the woods has long offered a retreat to the soul seeking communion with nature and her Creator. The trees rise like mighty spires, lifting our gaze and our thoughts heavenward. Layers of leaves are illuminated like stained glass windows as the morning sun filters through them. The delicate notes of songbirds float like a hymn upon the still air.

Rays of light stream down from the windows of heaven, warming the forest floor below. They rest upon one’s being and take away the chill of darker hours. It is in quiet places and in simple ways that heaven’s veil is parted for those who knock upon its door.