Temple, Sacred Temple

You were built with the most exquisite windows
Tinted with the warmest brown
Pulling people to yourself for a peek
Never letting on what really happens behind the glass
Your arcs were cast in lovely molds
Enticing yet never inappropriate
Sturdy walls, a perfect blend
Not too white not too dark
Source of joy, of pride
Only a few came close enough
to cast shadows on your walls
The sands of time have left their mark
Through spots on the walls
And cracks in the beam
Every blemish builds character,
tells your story, silently
It  redefines you, never less
Rather, making you more than a Temple
A Sacred Temple
A human Temple

~RC