Temple Stones

Temple Stones

We then
May not boast
We are in by grace
And grace alone
No effort of our own.
Rough undressed stones
Wrenched from the quarry
Wholly imperfect. 

Yet we shall not thus remain
But another perfection attain
And not by our own volition
Shall we be fitted for addition
Onto the eternal Temple.

Even then
In days of long gone by
And far from Mount Sion
Hammer and chisel
Noised their will
After measured twice
Before taken to Mount Sion
And there builded up
To contain the holy glory.

Thus He does use
The hammer of hardship
And the chisel of trials
Here below
To shape and fit us
To behold the holy glory
There above



The Fairy Diary Day 46 #TFDbyRWOz2

Meribabell writes:

Rumble and I arose this morning to find Dunfallon and his goat missing. Immediately we turned our attention back to the mysterious depression. And without a word between us, we removed our cloaks and flew straight for it. 

We passed through the veil and a stranger view than before greeted us. 

The stones at its center were rising up and clattering together into an ever bigger structure. 

Then we heard Dunfallon crying out to us. 

He and his nimble-footed goat were climbing the strange stones, even as they pushed higher into the air. 

I dived in and scooped up the pixie, and Rumble grabbed the mountain goat. 

Rumble had it easy. I had to struggle with an unhappy pixie. 

We took them out beyond the veil where we could collect our thoughts and calm our reluctant companion.