Temple
With a float of incense as an offering
I enter the sacred door within me -
Leaving past-present transgressions
To cleanse and heal all dark forces
And seek solace from a tempting world,
For there is no foe but disenchantment
When prayer becomes a forgotten rite.
6/28/2020
On Broadway Contest written for Nette Onclaud
Copyright © Gabby Sabre | Year Posted 2020
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