chamber of reflection

From a place

Of absolute silence

And immaculate honesty – (imagine this)

How could I be wrong?

If this place is in fact

The temple erected with

The devoted work of my hands for

A god I might have made up

Simply because I could, then

I get to write and whisper 

My own prayers in it

And I’ll leave the door open

For you to walk in

In case you’d want to

But it doesn’t mean

You ever have to

Pray with me