Testimony

Seeking an assurance of truth,
I follow paths
Worn well by wiser souls.
Digging through dust, debris and clay
To lay a foundation on the bedrock of my soul.

Like planting seeds,
And causing water flow
Through parched and dusty fields
Morn’ and evening for a
Harvest yet unseen.

And in my wanderings,
I happen upon stones
Of miracles and faith.
Evidencing the unseen,
At unexpected times.

The edges rough
Must now be chiseled smooth.
And placed with care
In the foundation
Of my heart.

I gain proficiency
Adding stone on stone
And line upon line;
Until the walls are formed
And roof set firmly o’er my head.

My spirit’s temple.
A holy haven where
I might find solace for my soul;
That God might bless
And leave His spirit there.

Like as a flame in the hearth,
Where loaves are baked
For light and life and
Nourishment to feed
The spirit grown within;

A sacred site that I
With weary travelers may share
To seek refreshment, peace and rest.
As their foundations now are dug.
And stones of sacrifice are hewn.