The Temple of Poetry

My temple is filled with words.
Ideas and emotions,
Conveyed in whispers
And yells.
Stanzas
Composed
By disciples
Of the human condition.
And teachers
Who stand
Fully clothed,
Yet, completely naked
From the inside out.
In my temple
The spoken word
Is more melodious
Than any hymn.
And we take our communion
Saying,
This is my soul poured out for you
Do this
In remembrance of me and all those who came before and those yet to come
For poetry is good,
All of the time
And all of the time,
Poetry is good.