The Temple

To you is offered this temple made of flesh and bone.

Its jagged bricks of an ancient resistance bear stains of ignorance

But still come!

With your footfalls melt these bricks into rivers of light,

With your touch dissolve the stains

transform its dark opaque stones

To transparent crystals,

Not so that they look prettier

But so that each stone can enshrine your light.

Transform this foam of quicksilver passings

into a monument of Truth eternal,

Not so that it stands more resplendent

But so that it can hold your largeness.

Transform the rebels and the waifs frescoed in its walls into willing servitors of truth

Not so that the irritants are removed

But so that it hastens your victory.

Come,

Come as only you can

And accept the worship this temple longs to offer,

The worship that has never stopped its struggle to reach you.

For through all the revolts and doubts that spew on the surface

I have solace of knowing that deep inside there is something

that has not ceased from loving you for even one moment in time.

- Anahita Sanjana (India)