My Church My Temple

I have wandered churches and temples,
Laid by statues of rock and altars of crystals.
I have chanted prayers of devotion,
And offered garlands to a vast ocean.

I have knelt at every wooden pew,
Left a train of candles burning.
For a drop of rain or winds of change,
A sign of seasons turning.

I have stared into endless fires,
Followed their smoke to the skies

Until I found God in your eyes
And the way they see the stars.

In the waves of your voice,

Washing away forgotten hours.

Oh my church, my temple,
Tell me, my wonder-
Why do we wander?
Ruminate and ponder?

When you stand, arms outstretched,
Open palms to touch.
And we steel and starve ourselves,
Call your love too much.

Throw me over your shoulder,
Clutch me to your chest in gridlocked traffic.
Sing Christmas songs in July,
Harmonise with the static.

Fall into the first bus in the morning
Crawl into cotton sheets at night,
Cook pasta, spin faster
Get drunk on blue light

When there is no rope to hold

In the chatter and thunder,

When existence feels as dense

Impossible as oil and water

I will walk with you to the end 

Clasp one hand with another,

Take my place at your table

And write to you, the wonder.