Decorate my Soul

Decorate my Soul

(“Cedar paneling completely covered the stone walls throughout the Temple, and the paneling was decorated with carvings of gourds and open flowers.” 1 Kings 6:8)

Let the scent of cedar permeate the air,
let its incense waft from here to there.
Let my soul be decorated, fragrant and serene,
like the way the temple explained the
the place where mortal and eternal meet,
where love is commonplace,
where peace is waiting for the chants to begin.

Adorn my soul with roses, let the magnolias invite
new looks when I sit among familiar people
on benches outside the bakery.
Beautify me with grace, grace me with beauty,
let the awe of the sunset be imbedded within,
let the surprise of the new moon brighten the mood.
Spruce up the inner me, spot shine the heart of me.

There is a temple, there are billions, that hold Spirit within.
There are trumpets, there are pavilions where dancers go
to celebrate love that is love no matter what the dark night says.
After a while we will air it out and
begin all over again.
After a while we will play the simple tunes on an Irish whistle,
with a simple guitar played by the high priests of the holy place
found within,
found within,
found within,
Father and
Son and
Holy Ghost.

Let the beauty shout louder, let it whisper lower, let it
permeate the question marks we start with each day.
Let it teem with the motions that God makes in the middle
of all that is ordinary and common. Fill this earthen vessel,
this crock of clay,
with everything that brightens the day, with everything that
opens the night with quiet song.
Saturate me.