I stand at the altar
Of a red brick Victorian
Baptist Church
Kneel at Namas
With my brothers for Salah
In the Mosque
Follow flags to
The Gurdwara
Amrit Sanchar*
Everyone has their bodhi tree
I carry mine with me
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Seated in a building
Singing songs
To an all knowing deity
Some hold arms aloft
Awaiting heavenly high fives
Others shuffle feet uneasily
It's time for the alternative sermon
Where we air all the doubts
Where hushed voices sweet singing
Make way for swearing and shouts