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Mar 2018
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.
The picture of the church that this poem inspired is here:
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10214827775983960&set=a.10208174166607884.1073741828.1113041505&type=3&theater
Michael Briefs
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Michael Briefs  55/M/Littleton, CO
(55/M/Littleton, CO)   
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