The Temple
There is a temple at which
many have preyed.
It is a grand old building
filled with his sotry.
The stones of its foundations
were laid with love.
The vines on its walls
caress its corners.
Beyond its doors
awaits sweet release,
For many have sinned
to gain entry.
It is a place where
life begins
And where
life can end.
It is kept hidden, yet
all are welcome.
The believer will enter
with humility.
The skeptic,
with bravado.
Neither will
appreciate
its beauty.
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