The Temple Poem by Josephe Buchanan

The holiest place on this side of the universe. Its walls are filled
with magic, history, and boundless energy. More priceless than a palace,
more complex than anything. It was crafted by way of love, passion, and
the need for expansion. It's the place were visions are formed, music
is made, and the foundation is built on a constant drum. The winds flow
through this sacred place, water flows at a constant pace, fire burns in
its furnace, like solar flares. This is the place were all is witnessed,
life is formed, and prayers are kept. It's where all is felt, and were
dreams are blessed. It's everywhere and yet nowhere. It's where the
soul lives. The sacred temple, leads to a chamber of hope, love, power,
and Godhead. It took billions of years to be formed and still stands
after 10,000 years of existence. The most holiest place on earth. It's
a magical place. We must all cherish and protect it. Keep it strong,
and love it. Oh how lucky we are to have one. Sacred human body.