House of Prayer [Poetry]

When I was a boy
A house of prayer
Felt stifling
Seraphic wings covering eyes and mouths
Fear of going south
Down, down, down into Gehenna
To gnash and wail

Now I am a man
A house of prayer
Smells like frankincense and oud
Sticks of incense and the sound of bells ring out
It tastes like bread and wine
I feel the Divine
In my body and in my home
Holy things fill my life
I can taste them
Smell them
Hear them
Feel them
See them
Home; a house of prayer