Poetry is the house of God.
Build it up from crumbling stones
with mortar and with brick.
Pour into it your holiness;
your body and your blood.

Turn your hymns into
sonnets and your prayers
into odes. Write your
love and your devotion
into ink-stained sprawling words.

Remember all things that
you learn from every
verse you ever hear.
They will carry you to the gates
of God, when your time is near.

They will knock quietly on
the door and whisper through
to waiting angels;
let me in, for I have sinned
but in my words there is repentance.