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Sonnet: “Oh Temple-dwelling Power, Source of all…”
Oh Temple-dwelling Power, Source of all,
Who in tents sewn by calloused human hands,
Once made Your place, filled with deadly awe,
A house collapsed and carried through the sand.
This thing of wood and gold and skin of beast
(All spoken into the world through your Word,)
Seems but a flame held up against the east,
Too frail to hold its shape! So absurd
To imagine Your Spirit–(You!) would be contained
In such a way back then and now in me!
“No less intense,” my reason now complains
To put my faith in this new audacity:
The God who breathed the land and sea apart
Would make a throne room of my broken heart!
(Friday, Aug 28, 2026)
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