Poem for poetry class

How do I worship here
I don't fit
into this body
There is an arm, a leg,
a neck to hold up the head
but nowhere for me
This is not where you want me to be

No, my sanctuary
is not found in the colored
stain glass light
or in the threads of
a prayer mat
my sanctuary isn't in the
garden or the populated temple

in the dark
alone
except for your voice
eyes closed
i must feel for everything
even my own self
here you speak
your words wrap around
into my heart, my head
guiding me
like finger tips to film
one step after another
until I am completely developed
open the door; reveal your light