Daily Signet

The disciples heard Him say,
“I will destroy this temple 
made with hands and in three days 
I will build another made without hands.”
Easier said than done this holy thing of life and death
Re-membering ourselves within a tomb. 
Remembering this temple of living cells, vital bricks,
daily growing inside out, transforming as we go.
Allowing the mystery 
dying to self—
no certainty on demand.

No less a miracle,
no less of a dance of gestation,
resurrection requires no less than incarnation,
a tomb of the womb eternally expectant.
This holy grail of the creative,
therein the taste of immortality,
the eternally sacred chance to be.

Must it be? Oh yes. It must be. It must be.
Let us hither to the garden then, this day
and plant ourselves there as seeds. 
For the deaths of the least of me 
require no less passion 
than the birth of the human soul of me.
And it is easier said than done 
this thing of holy life and death,
transfiguring tomb to womb.                                       

Teri Martin