Fresh Ruins

Standing before the pulpit

won’t bring you closer to god.

Standing on the roof of a church

won’t catch you a glimpse of divinity.

But burning it down might.

Grow wildflowers from its ashes.

You’ll find yourself

on the holiest ground.

Blessed by Its fire,

Soothed by Its soil,

Nurtured by the songs

It has sung

in times behind you.