THE TEMPLE

THE TEMPLE

In the midst of the foreboding night

You are born through the rapture of light

Your beauty shatters the darkness into shame

Like blazing coal glowing in scarlet snow

Your cry suddenly breaks silence into pieces

And the prison water unshackles you to the sky

Where the winds sing a lullaby of freedom

And fireworks fill the heavens with frozen sparks

Yet when I look into my heart, you are there

Still being born, basking in your eternal youth…

Commentary:

This poetograph is a visual and poetical commentary  on the Gospel this 3rd Sunday of Lent on the "cleansing of the temple" by Jesus (John 2:13-25).  It also reminds us of the Pauline theology of the human body:  "Your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit...."   (1 Cor:19-20).

I took the photo ages ago when I visited Greece.  It's one the temples in Athens.  Strolling one night, I was mesmerized by the sight of it glowing in the dark from a distance.   I thought of a sacred thing that was experiencing birth at that very moment...