I Have Always Remembered God

I have always remembered GOD
but my heart is a temple that was forgotten
whose stone floor has not been swept
for centuries. this is why i love ruins–
they remind me of our hearts
beauty veiled in the dust of centuries.
don’t clutch too hard.
the old, brittle thing, will crumble
like a mummy’s in your hands.
take care, the stairs
are almost worn away.
when you reach the top
and see the sunrise over the jungle
ask yourself–
must I come down?