Spires reaching heavenward,

gold glinting in the sun

against a radiant sky,

 show sacrifice.

Each granite stone,

chiseled to perfection,

each weary footstep

to reach Zion,

every tear shed as

Saints bled and sweat

to build their temple

that stands in glory

 and reverence.

I stand before Him

and hosts who went before,

prepared to enter in

and offer up my contribution:

sacrifice the world

 for humility of heart.

And add my granite stone—

roughly hewn, but becoming

smooth through His Son—

to build the kingdom

 of God.

Photo by John Luke