Heal your precious self

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You only see the tabernacle, 

I see each nail pounded with care and loving attention.

I see each barn boards, scoured, scrubbed and whitewashed in the sun. 

I see the hundreds of miles walked over broken glass

to gather all the materials for the tabernacle.

This tabernacle is full of love and praise.

I built this with my bare and bleeding hands

from discarded scraps from aging builings.

This is my offering to the Creator

for building a tabernacle of my life

from the tavern boards that were left behind.

By the way, the doors are always open.

Come and sit a spell.

Sing your song.

Ease your bones.

Heal your precious self.