I do not pray at this altar, where every security is an insecurity, every gain is a loss, givers are takers and enough is never enough.
I do not pray at this altar, gasping for 15 seconds of helium, inflating my ambition into giddy dizziness until it falls as sure as gravity to a distant, forgotten echo.
I do not pray at this altar, vesting faith in a celestial heaven, a future judgment to save myself from a hell of my own making.
I do not pray at this altar, to the relic of a stone replica, a lifeless imitation of the truth.
I pray at this altar, to be free of the stain of resentment, the residue of anger, the stubborn scrub of ego’s baked-on bias, and to shine in the clear rinse of awareness, because there is only one place to bring love to this life, and somebody’s got to do it.