Today I have built you a shrine.
As your disciple,
I am no architect;
my bricks are held together by
the blood pumping in the pain
of my veins...
I will worship you there,
tethered to your disappearance
and maybe tomorrow I’ll shatter the
bricks of your tabernacle.
But, as yesterday,
my today dwells
beneath the canopy of letting go.
By bluedolphin
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