Convo between God and my soul

My body is a temple
One of a kind
Fiction, fact, and reality all stored in my mind
Soft, sensual scent of spice
No sense of direction in  my life
Lord please ease my mind
Look over me at nite
Prepare me for the light
My heart has been filled with pain
Restore my cells that still remain
Asking for forgiveness
I glance to the sky
A voice responds and want to know why
It ask why do I grieve the way I do
No sense of direction I told you
Discomfort, fires, and distress
Wondering why my life has been a complete mess
Stucco and sculptures and painted posters
The aches and pains has went away
And my days are no longer gray
I have you in my life