Trees And Wood

God is not alone in ornate halls,
Nor worshipped best in silk and cloth-of-gold;
We find God sometimes hidden in the walls
Of subway tracks, through use grown cracked and old
Or in the grass that somehow breaks to light
Out of the concrete sidewalk when it cracks
A sudden unexpected well-known sight
Whose wonder from its common presence lacks
The splendor of a dias set in jewels,
But shows the strength of life, and thus of God.
Oh, I am sure I am one of the fools
Who see the splendor and think it not odd
To worship in the beauty that's manmade
Though I should find it finer in the shade.