The Veils

The Veil Torn

Within the courts of Solomon’s grace,
Two realms stood still, face to face—
The Holy Place of thought and sight,
The Holy of Holies, veiled from light.

A curtain hung, both thick and deep,
Guarding dreams the soul would keep;
Doubt its thread, belief its seam,
Shutting out the shaping dream.

Yet on the hill, when Christ did cry,
The veil was rent from earth to sky;
No longer bound by fear’s command,
Man’s will could touch the promised land.

Jachin stood, declaring, I AM!,
Boaz roared with courage’s flame;
Two pillars strong, now free to press
Desire’s form to fruitfulness.

The womb received, the seed was sown,
Imagination claimed its throne;
Faith and strength, as man and bride,
Joined as one, no more divide.

Now every prayer, if held as true,
Flows from the mind to make it new;
For when the veil is torn away,
What we believe becomes our day.

The Veil is Rent

Lo, the veil was rent in twain,
From summit high to lowest plain.

Jachin saith, "I AM, I stand",
Boaz giveth strength of hand.

Faith and might, in union meet,
Bride and groom, their work complete.

That which is ask’d, believ’d, is done—
The veil is gone; the two are one.