You don't need to prove yourself to me
You already are
Just inhabit your temple
Adorn it with
Loving kindness and gratitude
So if I choose to step in
One day
I will find your doors open
The sun shining brightly through colored glass
Casting kaleidoscope patterns onto the smooth wooden floor
Sturdy, well-worn, and cared for
By you, who time and again knelt in prayer
And bent to kiss your foundation
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