The Chiseled Face of Petra

There are doors but you can’t knock upon them And if they were opened There is nothing to see if they did Just a hollowed out space Large enough for the width of a door And no more Some temples are like this A dry sandstone and façade and fascia Not the delving warrens of the tombs of Kings There is nothing deep to them The architecture is all outwards A structure chiseled only far enough Into the rock to suggest mighty halls within All inwardness is written upon the outside Depth only suggested Rooms for these ancient vaults of time Would be mere adornments Their purpose is confusing Perhaps they point to an interior That is on the outside An edifice that attempts to mirror soul