Ashes in lashes,
Dust becomes rust
Enter this Temple,
in You I trust
.
Three stones at the altar
Five moors to the creek
Seven days for hunting
Nine chains that peak
Ironclad crosses
the blood that seeps,
red through this armour,
wounds what weeps…
Enter this Temple,
enter it full,
From the grove, the forest —
my Lord, my Rule
(C) Christine Ueri
This gallery contains 13 photos.
Amidst vineyards and streams
rickety bridges, burnt ridges
lies a stone pillar erect
Ebenezer, rock of help to protect
Teach, observe, promise to serve
no wicked intent or self-serving word
Mizpah, watchtower, amidst almond flower
The Master carves out his heritage dream
Gentle rest in valleys green
Shepherd’s wake from hilltop eye view
Finds source of springs to refresh and renew
Lest our wine-skins burst at their seams.
Image: William Mark Fisher painting – American Gallery WordPress
Count the stars of heaven 
