I close my eyes, and I am there.
My temple is found everywhere.
Every time I look inside,
I find another place to hide.
Atop a mountain range, I sigh
And reach my hand to touch the sky.
I turn around, my altar shines
Within a hall of glass and lines.
In every place, each single day,
I know I can access The Way
By turning in and tuning out
The things which I can do without.
Thanks for Reading! Be Blessed!
I really enjoyed this poem! Thanks for using your gifts for God’s glory. It reminded me of what Jesus said in John 4 that there is a “time coming when people will neither worship on this particular mountain or in Jerusalem, but all worshippers will worship the Father in spirit and in truth.” As you said at the end of your poem that in every place, each single day, we have access to Jesus, who is the Way! Blessings.
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