I live the curtain, tangibility torn,
exposed by the holy to be sinful and worn.
Awed by the light of all-giving grace,
my ragged edges remain out of place.
But the gap remains and it will not be mended,
for the point of it all sacrificially expended
his life to rip the impenetrable veil.
Re-weaving my heart would be empty travail.
One day these fabric remains will be dust.
Yet, translucent, transparent, shaped by trust,
this tear will remain, opening to his will.
Perfectly empty. Perfectly filled.
This is a combination of thoughts based on the tearing of the temple curtain, opening the Holy of Holies to view, 1 Cor. 3:16-17, ("Do you not know that you are the temple of God?") and many more about God's temple, light and transparency, and focus on Christ.