Ravaged temples Emma Nay 

My body is a temple.They marvel at the outside.

They worship when they are inside.

At the opening of mass there is a buzz of respectful silence.

At the closing of mass there is a roar of freedom.

For, although the creamy pillars

are curved and contoured,

the cracks plastered,

the doors left wide open,

they know there is only one function of a temple.

And that this church was built on patronage,

It was not built on rock.

A building has no autonomy.

A temple has no lock.

 

 

 

Emma Nay