The Walls

Jerry Browning

Sometime way back in the dawn of my youth,

I learned how it was to survive.

I learned how to use what was handed to me,

To fashion a place I could hide.

Each bit of anger and each bit of fear

I’d fashioned to fine polished stone.

Resentments were mortared to hold all in place;

I started to build my new home.

The walls grew quite high and they shut out the light.

The rooms were quite large and quite bare.

I only wanted a place to feel safe,

But there was just loneliness there.

I thought isolation was where I’d find peace;

A safe place for just God and me.

I’d made it so safe and secure that it seemed

Not even my God could find me.

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Now the walls have come tumbling down;

The mortar is loosened, the stones fall apart,

 I can see the blue sky above, the smiles of my friends,

And God’s love in my heart.

Pure isolation can turn into hell when silence is deafeningly loud.

I found that I was alone in my walls

And I was alone in a crowd.

The fortress I’d started would never be done,

Still so much anger and pain;

The walls had grown higher than I’d ever dreamed,

They’d rival the castles of Spain.

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