Kneel in Worship

Beneath the arch of heaven's vast expanse,

Where whispers rise, a humble, sweet advance,

The worshipper, with bended knee and gaze,

Communes with awe in gratitude's embrace.

Oh, hallowed moments, draped in sacred song,

Where mortal voices to the heavens throng,

A symphony of faith in every chord,

A psalm that binds the spirit in accord.

In temples built of stone or nature's grace,

Or secret spaces where the heart finds space,

Devotion weaves its tapestry unseen,

A testament to worship, transcendent, keen.

Not just in temples, mosques, or sacred halls,

But in the silence where the soul enthralls,

Worship unfolds in quiet and introspect,

A conversation with the Female architect.

So let the hymns resound in joy and tears,

Let sacred rituals quell your deepest fears,

In worship, you find common ground,

And unity in reverence is found.

For in the tapestry of worship's art,

The threads of hope and peace, never part,

A universal song that lifts high,

In worship's embrace, you touch the sky.

Now find a Goddess to worship.