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There is no church.....




There is no church, no synagogue, no mosque, no temple
Big enough to hold my faith—I love the solemn spaces—
The stained glass windows of the churches, the golden light
Of Buddhist temples, the sacredness of synagogues and the
Prayerfulness of the mosque but it is the light of the sun which
Lights the windows, the voice of the sutras which greets
The Buddha, the prayers of devotion in the mosque that I hear

Light and voice and spirit and faith are my sacred space
In which I worship and the world will try to take it away from you
At the bus stop, in traffic, in politics, in the evening news,
In failed friendships but the sun shines on all of us and
Gravity keeps us all in our place while we work it out


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