PhotoPoetics™

The church of my heart
Is a sacred space
Constructed of fragile glass
And
Fortified
With protective walls of brick
It features steeples
That scrape the sky
While reaching
For the truth
I crave

My church
Requires
No religion
Except
Faith in me
To gain entry
To worship the beauty of life
Feel the purity of love
And
Be warmed
By the eternal light
Of
My open soul

I patiently wait
For a congregation
To fill my pews
To listen to the story
Of
My creation
And
Sing
The joyous hymns
From
My heart

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