Emanations

No more rain and an open park.
Scents of beauty and reason.
Emanations of Glory from a forgotten house.
They come from the Temple,
Hashem, your reality house.
Remembered sacrifices, forgotten woes.
Never needed, and only thanks will be offered
When these emanations rise He will come.
The plain and simple meaning of more riddles in stone.
With emanations of glory He will come.
I wonder if it is already there, waiting to come forth.
Come forth from a will and hands put to the task.
Please, come you emanations of glory.
Show us a picture from the past.

Nightghost