Church of the mind

What church is this?
Have all the faithful gone?
Is there none invited?
Does no one ever come?

Who closed the doors?
Locked the bolt
Dimmed the lights
Stained windows black

Where lonely priest
Sings unheard hymns
Speaks silent sermon
To absent flock

But church it is,
And temple too

A place to sit and think
Where questions are the answers
Knowledge is the meal
And understanding makes the drink

Steve D
March 2013