If you don't believe in God
what is your temple? I am asked
as I proclaim, often nimbly,
my religious beliefs.
The world, I say softly,
do you need a single
spot to find solace and peace
of mind, to come together for
common purpose, to find yourself:
what about the willow perched
on the banks of a babbling brook,
contemplative counterbalance
to water chatter,
the square where we all rather
to rally together against injustice,
brusk cries, cascading walls of sound
rushing through a city,
or any number of places that
in thinking about them you are
touched, moved beyond your
rooted state and forced to branch
out.
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