This was the second post I wrote in my Poem A Day Writing Challenge, you can read all the poems to date and futures entries at my blog Wholeness4Love.
Sunday in Harlem. The streets are full as we bustle to get to temples built by man. Pimps hustle a gospel of greed and sacrifice(to their dreams). Prophets preaching truth & justice go unheeded by the masses. A cathedral is built by money, a storefront is built by courage but a tabernacle is built by the hammering of silence to house your inner spirit and you are its’ only architect.