Woke up with a poem. – Jeni Bate

Holy Ground

As light rises
My eyes fall
Upon his temple
Arm raised to ease the pain
Of the damage of an old storm,
Lips pursed against
A dream he won’t remember
Reminding me
Of last night’s worship
With the temple of my own soul’s abode
Happy that these buildings
Are now anchored together
And hoping to join against
The weather of life times
As long as they stand.

for more from Jeni, at ‘Skyscrapes for the Soul’, click here: https://jenibate.wordpress.com/

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