TEMPLES

 

When I was little,  

I learnt we were temples of God

With doors and windows

Where people can lock them behind 

And try find the meaning of life.

Growing up, I realised we were not only temples

But also caves hidden within us

Some are filled with treasures

While others are graveyards

Filled with skeletons and hatchets

Every temple has secret catacomb

Where the worse secret sleep.

I also realised not every temple is complete

Some need the support

Of other temples to complete them

This is one of the mysterious wonders

The Creator used in the art of Creation

He took a pillar from the first temple He built

To complete the second.

And so for a temple to be fully complete

A levite must find his missing pillar

To fufil the purpose of Creation.

Finding our missing pieces of puzzle

Is the greatest mystery of life

Because you can never fix a square peg in a round hole

Making our temples compete depends on us

She came like an angel

So I left all my doors and windows ajar

Awaiting for her to fix me

And fill my emptiness

But she left me disorganized

In her rage to fulfil her lustful desires

I tried to make her fit in

I made her understand she completes me

She was a fine pillar from the forest of Lebanon

To hold an uncompleted Temple

Like it was built on a solid rock

But she told me she was claustrophobic   

She felt uneasy in uncompleted temples,yet she was destined to make a temple complete

She lost her road to destiny

She left with the aim of going back to

The complete temples where she was never needed.

She promised to come back to destroy and rebuild

My temple in three days

Like Jesus Christ.