My Body is a Temple

My Body is a Temple

Unlit candles sit beside the altar

In this sanctuary

I am the only worshiper

Cobwebs cover the corners

Broken glass lingers on the floor

Strangers pass

Empty prayers on their lips

No offerings, gifts

They glimpse the paint-peeled walls

Wispy trees with no fruit

And continue walking

The temples up ahead are decked 

With golden statues and tall pedestals

It makes me aware that my temple is a shell

An apparition of what it is supposed to be