Phan Thanh gian
Your Temple Of Adoration - Poem by Phan Thanh gian
Bread and water kept me alive,
But your Words are the very enrichment of my soul...
In my mind, I have edified a truly grand temple
With flying roofs interlacing the misty clouds
Perched over luscious tranquil inner courtyards
Tall ceilings supported by a forest of stoic pillars,
Topped by endless waves of intricate curved arches.
Your dear Name: carved on the towering front gate
Masons inscribed your auspicious prayers on high walls
Exotic song birds echo the vast sanctuary
Peacocks, butterflies dazzle visitors in kaleidoscopic hues
Artists pore over their paintings of your exquisite portrait
The air reverberates chants at your solemn service,
Accompanied by uplifting strings of sweet harmonies.
Numerous good deeds are being done,
All in your immaculate Name.
Myself, I have been fastidiously fasting and ritually cleansed
Dressed in silken embroidered brocade and tall hat
Hands clasped in submission, bowing to your effigy
As high priest, I've sworn to dedicate my own unworthy life,
In the construction and upkeep this holiest of shrines
With the deepest of thoughts at your worship
To glorify your everlasting presence in me...
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