O My Lord, Your dwelling places are lovely
Your Presence is manifest, not in mystery.
My dream brought me to the Temple of God
And I praised its delightful servants,
And the burnt offering, its meal and libation
Which rose up in great pillars of smoke.
I delighted in the song of the Levites,
In their secrets of the sacrificial service.
Then I woke, and still I was with you, O Lord,
And I gave thanks - for to You it is pleasant to give thanks
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Comments2This poem exudes such a remarkable sense of serenity and peaceful devotion. It wholeheartedly celebrates the divine and beautifully describes the spiritual journey that unfolds within the holy space. Very inspiring!
I love the way this poem personifies faith - it's so beautifully written. The verse shows an invigorating connection with divinity. It conjures up vivid images of wonderfully sacred rituals and peace found in acknowledging a higher power. It certainly stirred my own sense of spirituality. What a fine expression of devotion and gratitude!