House of Worship
by Gary Sackett
CMe, Child go, child I beg, please.
Others are going, to be a part once more,
To be one of three
yes, the family of trilogy.
Sanctuary to some, respite to others.
Fire, brimstone burns to the core
That fire burns, less, inside me?
Believe this, believe that, child, I’m right
Your belonging is your longing,
Not of others needs.
For your savior is inside, deeper you’ll see,
The gift I gave you, together our temple.
You’ll know, the whisper, the pull,
Of gravity, no, my cosmic force.
The beating drums tries to pull apart
those children who forgot.
Together, separate, the house of worship is and was.
You matter, I am matter,
Its that SPARK, within, your sacred space,