Amber luminescence filters down through tissue paper bunting. Translucent pennons in hues of russet, gold, ochre and burnt umber tremble in anticipation. The scene seems as if it naturally grew there for just this moment.
A beam of soft sunlight illuminates a humble, oaken pew, a message from above, “be still, and know that I Am.”
Birdsong decrescendos into a hushed psalm of worship, a stillness fills the air – the forest loathed to break the spell of autumn. Woodland congregants lower their voices in prayer.
The benediction is offered, a blessing on the faithful, and the people all say, “amen.”