Poetry

Hanging in the Sanctuary

by Terry Barlow
11/14/14
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Marooned on this tiny pinpoint island of time that we call the present, with nothing but the bridge of memory running back and hope not dread pointing ahead and floating out to sea like a helium balloon trailing its string , I have a bad case of the holies, but it is so good!

If our greatest uncertainty principle is whether he passed through the wall of the upper room or merely materialized there we have it pretty good!

If the image on the shroud is fading on earth like the light did on Moses’s face, it’s only because it’s coming into sharper brighter focus somewhere else very soon. I have a seriously bad case of the Holies and it is so good…..

to see the showbread become the fresh manna of our communion and the shaft on the stand become the budding rod of our High Priest and the church become the light of His Law inscribed indelibly on our hearts! And all the while everything and everyone and every moment is becoming more precious…..more delicate...

and the ordinary tasks and ties gilt round with gold inside and out.