King David rose to his feet and said: Listen to me, my fellow Israelites, my people. I had it in my heart to build a house as a place of rest for the ark of the covenant of the LORD, for the footstool of our God, and I made plans to build it.  But God said to me, ‘You are not to build a house for my Name, because you are a warrior and have shed blood.’ 1 Chronicles 28: 2,3

The divine presence led him through wars,
years of struggle to take his people to the land
promised by the Lord to his ancestors.
Dust from the desert settled on the letters
when he brought the scroll to Jerusalem,
he pitched a tent to house the ark .

He looked out of the window
from his palace built of cedar wood,
the smell of myrrh hung to his robe.
He left untouched the jar at the table
filled with pressed grapes from best vineyards,
purple like the midnight sky.

The dust laden tent emerged in his vision
as the mist lifted from the horizon.
He heard worms eating under his feet,
razing the ornate palace to the ground.
A temple must be the tallest structure in Jerusalem,
but it was not for him to house the Lord.

Day 8
Poem A Day Challenge – Write a rejection poem 


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