Fresco

Inside the temple

Is where it’s most quiet

Where painted stories speak dainty truths

Colorful and wise

Go to the temple and pray

Troubled child

Pray and pray

Until your limbs gently ache

Then listen

Hear the sorrow of your own weeping heart

You ask again and again

When, how it breaks

Lay down your queries

It’s never too late to wander

Into the light of day

Where answers brace the air with wings

Of little birds who soar and dive

Into every heart that’s broken

Every open scar

Draped in pretty ribbons

Adorned and imploring

Be

Simply be

As you are

Return to the temple, dear

When you’ve wandered too far

To find the thing most worth finding

And see

Simply see, my dear

Spirit is everywhere, always

Sometimes we just need reminding