The Church Sky

Pistachio, Tangerine, Azure, and Fire Blossom

What flavor of holiness would be found behind those doors?

Who would lay prostrate upon the prayer matted floors?

Could you lay down your weapons as if you were sore

rejecting all violence against those who’re po’or

Would the doors open outwards with sweeping embraces?

Did you hear the call to prayer staring out at your faces?

Where do your feet run to at such furious paces

Suit up and move in to glory’s good graces.

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