The Temple

Is only a temple a place of worship, a place where all believe that God does live to bestow on man an internal peace with heaven under an idol's feet? Very rarely do I visit any temple as the place of worship where I work as a priest along with my other mates and most gladly reach well in time to preach the sermons of life to the citizens of the future and spend six hours of the day enjoying my worship, is a temple, in the real sense, to me. The temple of learning- the holiest place on the earth it is where we stick as bees to the hive under the governance of a Queen Bee with honey always on her tongue to sweeten the Ears who luckily chance to pass by. The temple where worship is an honest labor, nobler than any other to work with the human soul, to usher the right path leading to the goal, to light the darkest corners of the mind, to make the Future free to be kind consistently growing day by day and also the growth of self by degrees, whether in the sun or under the shade. The happiest hours of the day found in the compound of my temple, a place where I believe that my God does live to bestow on my disturbed mind an internal peace not ever received from under any idol's feet.