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Haiku for a Locked Temple

© 1997 Kitty Costello

We come for last prayers,
our few possessions in hand,
find temple doors locked.
 
No one worships here.
Now even our gods scare them,
trapped like ghosts inside.
 
Keep safe this temple.
Our faith no shield from terror,
yet not abandoned.
 
The gods may find us
locked within prisons of shame,
our priest hauled away.
 
Prayer beads pass his hands,
trace the unbroken circle
Life is suffering.
 
If passersby ask
where we have gone tell them to--
ask the government.
 
Our roots are unearthed
by hands unseen, wrenched up with
clumps of dirt dangling.
 
Prayer is set loose.
Offerings fill the passing winds
from temples within.
 
Dreamers dream beyond
clack of train wheels through far lands.
Stillness in motion.
 
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