A Bowhunter in God's Cathedral: Poems and Prose

Years of wandering the woodlands swamps hills and farmlands in search of the elusive whitetail deer have brought me closer to recognizing the presence of God in the magnificence of His creation. It is impossible to canoe a remote river camp for an evening on a northern lake or walk through deep woods without feeling His presence.When I do any of these things I realize that I am truly a guest inside Gods Cathedral and thankfulness overwhelms me.Hunter is a word that implies a living entity looking for something of perceived value normally hidden or lost that must be sought after.The hunter is seeking- as an animal hunts for food.Bowhunter more closely defines a human seeking any number of things encountered while exploring open spaces. The term is applied to man woman or child without identifying the goal which will make their hunt a success. I offer my thoughts and I expect the vast majority of bowhunters will agree with my reasons for going afield with bow and arrow. The anticipation of the comradarie experienced among good friends or the simple joy experienced while alone sharing with your soul the silence and remoteness of a place I call Gods Cathedral.A place where untold riches are revealed to those who seek.D.A.S.