I am a fly in the temple of your love

Gliding past swatting hands and disgusted stares

Is it wrong for me to wait for your heart to change

Is it wrong for me to stay in pain

Your stone walls are adorned with freckles of wear and tear

Made by the many words of prayer that bounce off one another

As they soar from your heart into the air

You do the best you can to cover these freckles

Cleaning and polishing to distract the visiting eye from ever being able to understand what you pray for

But I understand

These freckles of wear speak to me

I know their language without being able to say how or why

They’re like a song remembered from long ago

That sits in your heart hibernating until it’s awakened

I stay because this is my music

Without trying to be

I stay because despite the acts of trying to get rid of me

I feel I belong here

Maybe the day you accept my being

Is the day you realize I stay for a reason

And not because I just like to wander

And not because I have nowhere else to go

I am a fly in the temple of your love

And I’ve been praying for what you pray for

Without ever realizing it

And for the first time

I’m not alone

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I pray you feel that too