Friday Poem
© 3 Sep 2011 Luther Tychonievich
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Friday Poem

A Saturday reflection on a Friday temple excursion.


Untitled Poem

The world is a noisy place
  Where stress and labor’s best.
It moves at such a hectic pace
  E’en entertainment brings no rest
    And those who pause seem odd.
But once a month I take a break
And in the temple gladly sake
My growing thirst for quiet thought,
Ignoring all the world’s “‍ought‍”.
While there I pause, arrayed in white
With only heaven in my sight,
    To spend a while with God.
That temple visits offer peace
  Defies the mortal mind.
The traffic jams there never cease
  And time away is hard to find
    And never earns us laud.
Yet if I shut my email off
And work-day clothes and mindset doff
And drive up slowly through the crowd,
Ignoring honks and cursing loud,
I reach at last the temple where
The worldly stress can’t taint the air.
    I love the house of God!

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