Temples
Temporal temples built for ethereal dreams,
Human hearts and minds hoping for passage to ethereal heaven,
Temples to humanity's hopes and dreams,
Temples to retreat to in troubled times,
Testament to mankind's faith of something more than the here and now,
Regardless of time or place on this earth,
Temples and churches of the here and now,
Burial mounds and stone circles to pyramids,
Our hearts always seeking a higher place.
For we cannot be truly alone in the vastness of space,
So are temples for refuge or looking outwards,
Who really knows as the reasons are lost to time,
All we know is to keep building and maintaining them.
Testament to our constant hope and faith,
Dreaming spires scraping the skies,
Chapels channelling hymns and prayers,
Temples linking temporal dreams to the ethereal.
By Christopher Tye
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