Poetic Notation

Your walls are always before Me

Ancient stone weathered and strong. Standing silent through the ages, witness to promise and destruction.

The wall opens like outstretched arms to receive the longings, tears, and thanks of a myriad of prayers. Waiting to be heard, desperate to be answered.

They are held.

Suspended in time.

Past and present approach like a dancer, beauty and vulnerability combined.

Downward glance. Tentatively yet tenaciously bound to a thousand yesteryears, the future balanced delicately in his hands A ballet of opposites.

Surrounded by today, he passes through without lifting his eyes.

Lonely embrace

Hunched, devoid of all but their own embrace, they sit together and still alone. Isolated by life’s cruelty, stripped of possessions, seeking refuge.

Tired feet on ancient stones, arms resting on fragile flesh. Where is hope?

A meal and sleep, temporal mercy received inside these open doors. Seated under names never to be forgotten, carved by men of ages past.

Unnamed and unknown, surrounded by history, two men sit amongst the living, unseen.

Waiting for the door to open

Silent reflection wrapped in distant memory.

Torn, clutching her mother’s coat. Pushed in a final act of love through a door leading to life. No time for goodbyes.

Covered by a new coat she awaits the opening of another door, faces of yesterday reach out in the stillness, keeping company with shadows.

Life is lived in darkness and light.