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I have rebuilt the temple. I sense its arches supporting my weight, Grace and power surging through my core. I have rebuilt the temple, A holy of holies resides in my soul, A place of prayer as it unfolds-- I pray for Him to lend me sight through open ears. I have rebuilt the temple, Reignited each sacrifice of old-- No longer severed grace gone to waste, No longer inside me a contradiction of faiths, Freedom and beauty rise now from my flames. I have rebuilt the temple, Though its shell still stands-- A strip of land, Desolate and serene. I have rebuilt the temple, For it had to be burned, It had to be cleansed, It had to be purged. Its gold's destiny was to ignite And it indeed was set alight, Its flames, long extinguished, Consume my mind in fright. I rebuilt the temple, Its sacrifices' horns stood sentinel, While we awaited their blast And paid cold cash in exchange for soiled souls. I have rebuilt the temple, Adorning it with bands of faith And simple beauty and lights with which To guide in sunny nights. I have rebuilt the temple, I break bread in its empty halls And drink immortal wine And answer the angel when he calls, In the midst of his eternal watch Over a box of long- forgotten treasures. We have rebuilt our temples, Woman to woman, keep my words, Let none flow from your lips To reach undeserving ears, For a woman's wisdom is her might. I have rebuilt this temple in my heart, Its incense fills the corners of my soul, The holy altar stands ***** within my mind, And when I die it still will stand and does forever glory.
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Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
The Third Temple
I have rebuilt the temple. I sense its arches supporting my weight, Grace and power surging through my core. I have rebuilt the temple, A holy of holies resides in my soul, A place of prayer as it unfolds-- I pray for Him to lend me sight through open ears. I have rebuilt the temple, Reignited each sacrifice of old-- No longer severed grace gone to waste, No longer inside me a contradiction of faiths, Freedom and beauty rise now from my flames. I have rebuilt the temple, Though its shell still stands-- A strip of land, Desolate and serene. I have rebuilt the temple, For it had to be burned, It had to be cleansed, It had to be purged. Its gold's destiny was to ignite And it indeed was set alight, Its flames, long extinguished, Consume my mind in fright. I rebuilt the temple, Its sacrifices' horns stood sentinel, While we awaited their blast And paid cold cash in exchange for soiled souls. I have rebuilt the temple, Adorning it with bands of faith And simple beauty and lights with which To guide in sunny nights. I have rebuilt the temple, I break bread in its empty halls And drink immortal wine And answer the angel when he calls, In the midst of his eternal watch Over a box of long- forgotten treasures. We have rebuilt our temples, Woman to woman, keep my words, Let none flow from your lips To reach undeserving ears, For a woman's wisdom is her might. I have rebuilt this temple in my heart, Its incense fills the corners of my soul, The holy altar stands ***** within my mind, And when I die it still will stand and does forever glory.
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Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
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