You place your hands on the wall~
it feel solid, sturdy, safe.
You run your fingers over each stone~
memorizing every crevice, crack, cranny,
caressing each inch of petrified mortar.

You lay your cheek against the wall~
it feels cool, comfortable, safe.
You hold fast to the stones~
clinging to your citadel, stronghold, fortress,
embracing its promise of impregnable asylum.

You put you back against the wall~
it feel permanent, perpetual, safe.
You press into its grasp~
appreciating its sanctuary, security, protection,
merging your identity with its existence.

You are the wall~
you feel invincible, impenetrable, safe.
Someone leans against you for strength~
exposing your hollowness, hypocrisy, duplicity, revealing the reality of your
fabrication.

There is no wall~
you feel desolate, deserted, stripped.
A hand reaches out to you~
resurrecting your innocence, integrity, faith,
holding you close to His rejoicing heart.

You place your trust in what you cannot see~
you are shielded, sheltered, safe.
You close your eyes~
seeing life, love healing,
knowing this will always remain.

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2000 �Iris Laureate-all poetry copywrighted
1999 � Sites by Starr
Came to read poetry