In shadows deep, the temple stands,
A veil of mystery, divine commands.
Silent, it hangs, a barrier tall,
Between the sacred and the thrall.

But on Good Friday, the earth did shake,
As heaven's voice the silence did break.
The veil was torn, from top to ground,
A symbol of grace, in mercy found.

No longer veiled, the holy place,
The veil torn, revealing grace.
The way is open, the path is clear,
For all to come, without fear.

Symbol of separation, now torn apart,
Symbol of access, to every heart.
A bridge to God, for all mankind,
The veil torn, in love designed.

So let us approach, with hearts sincere,
No longer bound by doubt or fear.
The veil is torn, the way is free,
For all who seek, His grace to see.

Athea Veronica





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