I force myself through the grandly carved, imposing doors,
permitting myself internally, proudly, I am inside.
Had I been willingly welcomed in, I'd have not
insisted on this erroneous entrance.
In awe, I look around and above,
the high ceilings are dotted with colourful scene upon scene
of love, adoration, and protective eyes,
creating a sense of warm welcome and
bright enumerated pride.
Faces belonging to chubby infants and an elegant, finely boned woman feature,
her knowing expressions painted, captured for all of time.
With posh, high cheekbones and cheerfully blushed cherubim
who she’ll sing to, dote on, and playfully pinch,
they observe me as I explore your inner chasm,
your eyes, they barely blink.
It is amazing, this open space surrounding me,
within you, there is no clutter like within myself,
no gathered items taken and stored
from an age prior that their usefulness is now deemed defunct.
There are no earthly possessions to release,
all that speaks is masterful artwork depicting
how you protected me from afar,
with your blessings and a heart filled with prayer,
gratefully I thank you, kissing my fingers,
and press them against the wall.
There is no pigment here, only earth, barren to view,
but it is cold and it is calming,
I am hushed, lulled into silence by
the complexity and simplicity of you.
With grace and devotion, I begin to quietly retreat
from my initial impudent entry into your world,
into the messiness of my interior,
I glance around, and wistfully exhale,
this, I do not wish to forget.
And with a final gaze above,
I beg myself to retain the images,
with a sense of pious godliness, I cower respectfully,
say a few quiet words,
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