A cubit high

I was compelled to this page
But once it was no longer empty
Something was lost
It was Something
Something of an altar
A presence of what will be yet is not
A shadow
A teasing
A moment of wonder
A calling for life to arrive

Fashion it of Acacia
A cubit high
Two cubits square
Let it serve your mind
Let it warm your heart

Your greatest work is before you
Behold and worship
Behold and adore
Behold and become