THE TEMPLE, by Felicity Rogers
May 6, 2010 9:05:35 GMT 9.5
Post by LorrB on May 6, 2010 9:05:35 GMT 9.5
THE TEMPLE (For the EA TB)
Dawn begins the turning wheel
and Law, that hands reveal
is locked in form,
beyond the reach of mortal storm
when mind and heart are blind
to seek the Way so far behind.
A stranger waits before the sun....
bearing light as six in one.
The quarry grows in length and depth.
A builder draws within the mind,
a plan of stone as earth to bind.
The mansion burns in perfect thought
above the hands where stone is wrought
as rough and living rock,
where Beauty hides and faith resides.
Foundation builds when love confides.
The Master Builder turns a stone
as polished work, directed home
to pave the part in concord heart.
Strength surrenders want
and time retreats its fleeting hold,
for honour, and eternity ride
within each space and flowing tide.
Our stronghold now is wrought in gold.
The Temple stands as cubic Law
between the portal gates of light,
where virtue builds in perfect sight
and Wisdom guides the ancient Way.
A stranger waits within the sun
that never sets nor leaves its One
when Jacob's ladder fades away.
The star is bright, as night is day.
Dawn begins the turning wheel
and Law, that hands reveal
is locked in form,
beyond the reach of mortal storm
when mind and heart are blind
to seek the Way so far behind.
A stranger waits before the sun....
bearing light as six in one.
The quarry grows in length and depth.
A builder draws within the mind,
a plan of stone as earth to bind.
The mansion burns in perfect thought
above the hands where stone is wrought
as rough and living rock,
where Beauty hides and faith resides.
Foundation builds when love confides.
The Master Builder turns a stone
as polished work, directed home
to pave the part in concord heart.
Strength surrenders want
and time retreats its fleeting hold,
for honour, and eternity ride
within each space and flowing tide.
Our stronghold now is wrought in gold.
The Temple stands as cubic Law
between the portal gates of light,
where virtue builds in perfect sight
and Wisdom guides the ancient Way.
A stranger waits within the sun
that never sets nor leaves its One
when Jacob's ladder fades away.
The star is bright, as night is day.
