A builder builded a temple,
He wrought it with grace and skill;
Pillars and groins and arches
All fashioned to work his will.
Men said, as they saw its beauty,
“It shall never know decay;
Great is thy skill, O builder!
Thy fame shall endure for aye.”
A mother builded a temple
With loving and infinite care,
Planning each arch with patience,
Laying each stone with prayer.
None praised her unceasing efforts,
None knew of her wondrous plan,
For the temple the mother builded
Was unseen by the eyes of man.
Gone is the builder’s temple,
Crumpled into the dust;
Low lies each stately pillar,
Food for consuming rust.
But the temple the mother builded
Will last while the ages roll,
For that beautiful unseen temple
Was a child’s immortal soul.
-Hattie Vose Hall
I love this poem because it captures the most precious thing there is and still exists, it is life, for it carries the heart and soul of another, to behold. How easy it to value materialistic things when it is the creation of all living things that we should all admire and value. We were all given this precious gift of life and yet we treat it as if it holds no importance, how very sad that it has become obsolete to so many others.
Thank you for posting this beautiful poem, it is words like these that touch my very heart and soul. Blessings always, Lee
Hi Shawn,
Very nice indeed. Thanks for reminding us of Mother’s Love…. The best love in the whole univaerse.
You’re welcome. 🙂
hello this is beautiful are we able to copy it to put in our homeschool yearbook.. as long as we reference the author?
Sure! Pass on the inspiration!