This poem is currently untitled, since I just wrote it up today.It feels SO good to have written something again, since it's been quite a number of months (not quite a year) since I wrote anything. It's a nice release... hopefully, I will be motivated enough to write more over this summer!
Undergrowth slipping through pipes
and barbed wire fences
curling about walls of brick and stone
Vines attatch and hug along the cracks
eclipsing what was inorganic
The shelter is old and fading
but roots embrace the shakey foundation
A fortress guards the inner parts
yet made by human hands, it will not last
The holy hands of branches
with fingertips of green
will grow, pushing decrepit ceilings
reaching for the face of God
He will make this tomb alive
The voice of the temple cries out
and is heard by Him
Tend to its vineyard, tend to its inner parts
pull the weeds that do not belong
Cast out old broken shingles
create a canopy of glory
Trunks of cedars act as pillars
ascribe there the word of the Lord
Listen-
from the depths of the chambers
air gives way to melody
The dove has found his nest
YB 2006 May
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