He tried to decorate himself to everybody's taste
he copied everybody else to keep up with their pace.

The soul inside his temple
it never felt at ease
but still he did it all their way
struggling hard to please.

And he wore the colours that they liked inside him,
and he wore the face that they approved of too,
and the stony walls that they picked out he stayed in,
while he lived inside their favourite shades of blue .

His furnishings made most the world contented,
they smiled to know he did things all their way,
but inside, alone ,his spirit felt demented,
and at times,his heart it wished hard NOT to stay.

The peers whom he looked up to were ecstatic
as he decorated just the way they chose
for his aim to please them ever was emphatic
that his heart would strive to love and please all those.

Every night inside the chambers of his dwelling
(in the temple that held his own soul's wealth)
a feeling so alone and dark was telling
him
he was
a stranger to ...himself.

To change himself
he knew his peers would scorn him,
and the fear of that it hurt in every place,
and to walk alone on roads he felt unsure in
took all his courage and all of God's grace.

So he took some steps that day
and tore the walls down
and he threw the furnishings they loved outside,
and he shook all decorations to the floor ground
ripping out and burning up false pride,
'Till
his temple held but nothing when he finished,
and the ones he knew all turned to run away.
while the ocean tide inside is eyes diminished,
and his rooms illuminated as he pray.

He prayed for all the wisdom that he needed
to decorate his life with honest love
and a miracle of beauty then succeeded
for each temple room... with God... glowed brightly of.

The moral of this poem is
'Shine inside your self ,'
decorate to please 'The One' you should,
keep nothing in your heart except
God's own wealth...
for then your soul is always housed ...with Good. 

Footnote.

My 32 year old son asked me to write this poem,it's based on his life.