In attempt to love them
Yea, I become them
Before no walls were there.
Now built round
Notion of in-and-out has height,
Keeps out the sunlight,
Is this your will?
An abstract art piece from on high, titled,
“Their Folly” or “Again and Again”?
Or have we begged for our allotments,
Tiny plots, minuscule geometries
To keep us safe from each other,
From your will?
Teach us how to not build hells,
No shelter, no storm.
Are we not to live free
Beyond the shelter,
The cause of the storm?
My soul presses into the walls of this body
As it must, ever going forth
To join you,
Soul of fellow man and God.
I am desperate for life!
Fill me with your Spirit, fill me with your Paradise!
I have been healed by
©2013, Amaya Engleking
Image Credit: “Map of Kathmandu” by Chaotic Atmospheres, via behance.net