I have travelled to churches,
I have visited many mosques,
I have frequented the temples,
beautiful carved out of rocks.
Why do I find them sacred,
why do they look holy and pure?
What is the their mystery,
what is their allure?
Is it the magnificence of the spires?
Is it the waft of the incense?
Or is it the lingering sound of bells,
stirring up each of my bodily sense?
In these places, I may bow down my head,
I might even kneel to the ground.
Most often, I sit in silence
to quieten the world around.
I think it is the stillness in my heart,
with my willingness to be small,
and neither the incense nor the bells
that create sanctity in these halls!