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| Temple Rituals A Poem. |
A poem
Temples to foreign deities
stand in the land of our hearts;
Housing gods which human breast
were not designed to worship.
Alters for sacrifices
stand in the dark corners
bearing vain offerings
to gods who love not our soul.
Our fallen hearts suck all in
lust, greed, vanity; until
like when a cold collapsed star
becomes a lifeless black hole
we are crushed under the heap.
And when the angry prophet
cast down the empty idols
the void vacuum is charged
by hunger unquenchable
and we like a fly buzz, buzz,
from one dung heap to another
seeking the longed for fulfillment
of our souls desperate needs.
So, we search for a new lord
to surrender in thrall,
but on the alter the flesh rots
and its stink stains all actions.
And we hoard a new treasure
and break faith with the old.
We search and search not knowing
that we seek He who designed
our hearts as the true temple
where the true Master may dwell.
We look around ‘til we find
a new lord for this throne;
and junk it up with things dead.
All the time God is waiting
to be invited into
the heart- His perfect temple.
Behold, I stand at the door and knock and if any one hears my voice and opens the door I will come to him and dine with him and he with me. Revelation 3:20.
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