A Saturday reflection on a Friday temple excursion.
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!