SOLOMON'S TEMPLE

Solomon built his temple.
And nothing happened.
He sat in it despondent, waiting for the Lord.
Lightnings flashed past the windows.
Thunder shook the walls; a bauble
fell and smashed.
Nothing happened.

At last he got up, poked past the menorah
to the holy of holies.
Walked past the curtain, and touched the ark.

Still nothing.
Lifted out the Torah.
Nothing.
He admired the walls, the filigrees,
the cedars of Lebanon.
No.
Finally he went to his palace and slept.

And GOD came in his dream:

"Solomon. What do you want, my son?"

Solomon sat up, pushed naked concubines aside.
"Lord. Make me your own."

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