Tabernacled

What happens when we become cemented in belief?
When we’ve built load-bearing walls around certainty?
And stone upon stone,
thought upon thought,
the foundation is built.

We fortify castles
and put flags in the ground
where we should be pitching tents.
Nomads, living in this world and the next
This body and the spirit.

We are a holy trinity of our own -
mind and body and spirit.
Touched by the dove
Brought an olive branch offering
from the crown off of Christ’s head.

Our body, a temporary home
Our spirit, a temple -
A tent of praise
A liminal reality of all that is and all that will be,
the everlasting and not yet.

Our beliefs are the stakes that tent us down.
What do we house in our hearts but the evidence
of the Christ-Story:
well-loved,
tabernacled,
God’s resting place.