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.

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