The hallowed halls are structure, art craft, spiritual labor, architectural mastery and an arena for our inner lights.
This place exists to paint a transcendent vision upon the sky! The forged canopy of our devout industry provides a contrived enclosure, a fixed canvas, and a sacred keep, dedicated to the numinous desires of the human heart.
And our prayers go up with our song... the mystic echo-drone of eternity reverberates around the pilgrims. The anguished utterance of the soul seems to stick to our bones. But the sound still ascends, flying free from the cage, within the house of the Lord.
Our ethereal longing is as pure incense, fragrant, sweet and heady, before the King's heavenly presence, all around us.
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