Supreme Gift

I've studied steeples piercing the sky As it called to the people to cross The threshold of denomination, And stood mystified By the extravagant architecture Where I was told You could be found, Waiting in solemn patience. I've seen cathedrals dressed in gold, Adorned by silver chalice And stunning images smothering the ceiling While beneath my feet lay a ruby floor. Crystal studded windows filtered sunlight, Icons surrounding me, And I marveled at all man had constructed In the name of worship. Yet, when my eyes returned To the temple you built, Filled with paintings Of praiseworthy blue sculpting Shades of improbable green, I knew You could be found In the breathtaking paradise You created for us. So I knelt near the river, Listening to your pure voice As I was acknowledged and embraced By your sweet song, And understood the red path I follow. All the tremendous dwellings assembled Could never compare with Your supreme gift.