Temple
And God called the dry land
Earth, and I
Built from dust of water
Became the place
Where form met
With spirit
The image forget
It is eternal past
In a moment's prayer
Consumed.
And all this soul
Only to map
From creation to restoration
The gospel deeper
Mysteries
Of love:
Man and God communing
In a speck
Of little dust.
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