“Temple Attendance”

In the Lord’s House I resemble one
More steward ready and willing,
No distinctions between my gifts from
The others offer…

Every hand…
Every foot…
Every bow and rising…
Every pronunciation in unison—
{Angels in a procession…}
All empowered from on high

Silently I whisper sacred promises
For another lamb entering the
Consecration of heart, mind and
Soul beyond the tenuous veil

To commune there with His Glory and
The promise of her light enlarging
Into His
Whom she now
Receives like an easy yoke
And invisible panoply
Eternal power…

I am rescued again by a “stranger no more.”