Psa 18:6  In my distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God:

He heard my voice out of His temple, and my cry came before Him, 

even into His ears.

 

 

Temples.     

               

 

How many churches have I seen?

How many temples have I entered?

How many hearts … visited me?

How many bonds have I splintered?

 

 

When I entered Your heart … did I stand tall

or was I quiet … on bended knee?

Did I please … Your lonely call

or was I selfish in my plea?

 

 

Did I enter in … for my own wants?

Was I very kind … for my own needs?

Or did sincerity flow in lovely strands

to please You dearly in gentle deeds?

 

 

To stand afar … You seem untouched.

With reverence  struck came to Your door.

I entered in … overwhelmed as such

the silent cry … of life's own core.

 

 

The doors … so tall, solid and massive,

You opened for me as I stood perplexed.

Beautifully carved … by Life's intention.

My eyes adjusted as my thoughts seemed vexed.

 

 

Uncertain I stepped in the hall of Your "Being".

Stopped many times … to take it all in.

The splendor of simple … that I was seeing

the Entrance to Life … so pure and clean.

 

 

Slowly I move … uncertain in marvel.

I loose myself in beauty and in peace.

The end of the hall … my mind is baffled

all that space … so strangely serene.

 

 

An area so large … so deep and so high.

I can barely see … the light is dim.

Is it Life, Himself … Who is in flight?

My footsteps echo … as I enter in.

 

 

I stand and gaze … cannot contain it.

Why am I chosen … to travel in parts,

to be lost in the vast-ness as I want to frame it

and hang on the walls … of my own heart?

 

 

Now I see clearly … I have no fear.

A soft voice interceding … without ceasing

to the One … Who placed the temple here.

I feel His Love … I want to please Him.

 

 

Jan Wienen