A place of worship,
Or where divinity resides.
To others, the body is just a vehicle,
In constant upkeep,
Savouring their short ride.
For some, it is a canvas,
Inked with beliefs and hopes,
Happiness, joy, sadness and anguish.
Depiction of artworks and anthems,
Full of shapes and trope,
With death, they'll all soon vanish.
We are bound to expire,
Limited to our being,
Biologically and chemically defined.
Details to admire,
Within years that are fleeting,
Our physicality well confined.
Some put it on the line,
Risking skin and muscles,
An object for benefit.
Others, well used to shine,
Enduring many struggles,
A vessel, to where they commit.
The body will perish,
Soon, returning to nature,
Be it in blessing or a curse.
But its efforts are cherished,
An expression of a Creator,
Ever-changing the Universe.
Ever-changing the Universe.
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