backhanded compliment

Every cathedral
And temple
And shelter we build
To try to contain the Creator
Tells her that we must draw her
Away from something less
To the something better we have made

That we must harvest the trees
And pave the fields
And lay the foundation
And destroy her sanctuary
In an effort to hold her
And protect her
From the very elements she has made

We have
Since the beginning
Been gathering in our boxes
Bidding her in
While she
Since the beginning
Has been waiting in her sanctuary
Calling us out