Echoes of the Sacred #704

Echoes of the Sacred In whispers woven through the tapestry of time, Jeremiah's voice, a lantern, softly shines. "Our lives are not our own," the ancient wisdom calls, In unity we stand, in division, we fall. Temples of flesh, where sacred spirits dwell, Our bodies, a story of sanctity, they tell. With Corinthians as guide, in reverence, we stand, Honoring the divine, with heart, with mind, with hand. Liberated souls, in Christ, we find our way, Beyond the shadows, into eternal day. Fear and death, their chains no longer bind, In righteousness and truth, our peace we find. Yet cautioned are we, lest our temples we betray, Not dens of thieves nor markets of dismay. As Christ the temple cleansed, so must we purify, Our intentions, our actions, under God's watchful eye. This is our poem, our creed, in unity we sing, Of the sacred interconnectedness of everything. With every breath, a prayer, our lives a sacred art, In loving service, we play our part. So let us journey, with hearts wide open, let us see, The beauty of our bond, in divine tapestry. "In Echoes of the Sacred," our collective story told, A living poem of being, in God's grace, we boldly hold. Written by Steven G. Lee (March 29, 2024)