What happens behind the closed temple doors when no human is present?
Is there a silence, a waiting, a quiet God—holiness sitting like a coin in a box?
Or, are the seraphim even now shifting from their carved pillars
circling to a hovered stance, rising past their toes as they proclaim the deepest truth:
Holy, Holy, Holy.
Do they fly from God’s fire
bringing embers to purify
the surprised and unprepared intruders?
Do they bring ease to these humans who have prized open the doors
mistaken about the start time of the service?
Startled and awed by the spectacle, the gatecrashers tumble in,
precipitously voicing their response:
Here I am! Send me!
Then quickly close the doors, lest the animated pillars fly away
and all that holiness comes crashing down,
flattening the temple in a cloud of sacred dust.
After Erwin Schrödinger, who won the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1933 and is known for his “Schrodinger’s Cat” thought experiment.