I lift mine eyes
unto the ceiling.
Above the cacophony
of banter and drums
grinding chords and grimacing voices
the music begins to flow.
Great slender lamps hang
In overheated air
fans beat their wings
light filters through milky windows
darkly gleaming on old cedar.
Hardness gives way to spirit, cares to truth
as the temple fills with smoke.
High and exalted His train descends
Suspended in space
great apparitions beat the air with
their wings covering their faces
the penetrating chorus filling
the temple with hallelujahs.
Ed Wiens is from Vancouver, where he attends Culloden MB Church and works as an engineer.