Such Benediction

The early morning Sun catches,
A glint of a teardrop in one eye,
The other ever compassionate,
The craftsman has carved his love in stone,
From a human hand God is born,
Such benediction,
The statue speaks,
Sits still,
Watches, fulfills,
The full are emptied,
And the empty know consciousness,
The whole temple becomes sandalwood,
And bliss in every breath,
The prayerful simply sit and lay bare their soul,
Such benediction,
The head doesn’t bow,
It falls off.