Houses

I think that God must be here too
Although this is not how I pray;
God is too broad, too wide, to stay
Within the bounds we set thereto.
Of course it matters what we do
On Friday, Saturday, Sunday,
But each of us in our own way
Can speak to God, as if we knew
The only way - yet God is great,
And understands all sorts of ways
Of speaking - even without words.
Even the singing of the birds
Can mingle in request and praise.
Where we look, there God will wait.