Meditation 29

This forlorn temple 

A prison of flesh and bone

Crumbles around me

Rotting from within

The ceiling is collapsing

The walls are caving

Once a light shining

In a wasteland of darkness

Now lays in ruin

Time to reconstruct

Restore its vitality

That which has been lost

A new foundation

What was once on death’s doorstep

Has become remade