My temple
The most
beautiful I
The most
beautiful You
The most
beautiful We.
My temple is Now
Filled with peace
and sweet sounds
With a sun
shining bright
Where everything
can be.
My army is quite
strong and is always prepared.
Dancing colours
and sounds, could make anyone scared.
Yet we come in
peace, we would never attack.
But don’t think
that we can’t. It’s not strength that we lack.
We just choose to
invest in the wounds and the pain
In the places too
dark to even be named.
And we’ve met
with demons, had a battle or two.
Just to be clear
about the things we can do.
Now there’s no
need to fight darnkess and pain
All they need is
a hug, to be brighter again.
As you see, we
are busy. It’s not fun and games.
It takes courage
and faith
And some tears
down your face.
There are no
clear rules, nor a guru or guide.
You have your own soul and need to shup your mind.
And our Bible is
filled with all the things we are not
To be able to see
them and then choose our own path.
So go find your
own temple. Fill it with all that you crave.
I bet yours is better, you just need to be brave
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