Waiting…in the Temple…

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Waiting…in the Temple…

(Written 1978)

 

 

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The day passes slowly

as though an epoch of time
passing as a hundred years would pass
forty-eight and one-half hours to the night and day


The fruit on the True Vine
has ripened full in the pod
we give thanks to celestial hands
ever guarding the mortal souls ready to translate


Gone are politicians
bankers, creditors, money
tax collectors, income, greed of war
every thought is focused upon friendship and play

temple 17See how brilliant the fragments of a once-yellow moon…

in one cycle of seeming perpetual light, a beloved friend
so soon fell from its familiar place in the night sky
exploding into billions of pieces, encircling the planet
like the rings of Saturn, and adding more colors to the
sky than our ancestors could ever have imagined…
the dim light of our sun grows ever weaker, as we
now speed farther distant with each passing day..
.
On Mother Earth…we have perpetual fun…

rehearsing our careers for the worlds of the Son
(those worlds in Master’s house he once called…mansions…)
each lengthening second we remain in the Temple
is spent speaking through celestial assistants
language translators between the higher orders beyond
and our mortal minds, here resident…
we speak an evolving mixture of celestial and mortal tongues
of common, but colloquial accent…
human language has evolved from the simple to the complex
to simple expressions of love, telepathically sent–
much of what is thought may be sung–without audibly singing…


temple 18See how brilliant are the fragments of a once-yellow moon…

in one cycle of seeming perpetual light, a beloved friend
so soon fell from its familiar place in the night sky
exploding into billions of pieces, encircling the planet
like the rings of Saturn, and adding more colors to the
sky than our ancestors could ever have imagined…
the dim light of our sun grows ever weaker, as we
now speed farther distant with each passing day..
.

 

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The grandeur of the worship of our Paradise Father

and the increasing numbers of souls who Adjuster fuse
makes waiting in the Temple the greatest experience
as our human numbers dwindle and Earth speeds away…

1. “Happy are the poor in spirit — the humble.” To a child, happiness is the satisfaction of immediate pleasure craving. The adult is willing to sow seeds of self-denial in order to reap subsequent harvests of augmented happiness. In Jesus’ times and since, happiness has all too often been associated with the idea of the possession of wealth. In the story of the Pharisee and the publican praying in the temple, the one felt rich in spirit — egotistical; the other felt “poor in spirit” — humble. One was self-sufficient; the other was teachable and truth-seeking. The poor in spirit seek for goals of spiritual wealth — for God. And such seekers after truth do not have to wait for rewards in a distant future; they are rewarded now. They find the kingdom of heaven within their own hearts, and they experience such happiness now.

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