A wall
fights the gentle patterns of life
grinds out its possession
a monument to conceit
deceiving in its rigidity
permanent as a pause in a melody.
All walls fall
but stones decay towards life
erode to resurrect the soil.
God builds living walls
music just within
the brickwork of my body is moving,
dynamic, busy.
I am a living stone
but soft;
a seed falling
into the grave of resurrection.
