Walls

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Sometimes, things don’t look as if they will fit.
Take any two stones, for example. Do they seem 
exactly as they need to be to create a wall? No. But put them 
side by side and listen carefully. They will tell you how they 
were once of the same great mountain and how much they long 
to be together again, and how when turned just so, they align, 
perfectly. And, they do. And something new is created of them.

Sometimes, often perhaps, we humans say:

“There is time and distance.”

“There is culture and race.”

“There are politics.”

We say:

“We can’t. We don’t match.”

And nothing new is created of us.

I asked about this recently. My heart needed to know why

it is here and not someplace else.

And the spirits replied, “Promises.”

“Promises?”

And then I saw:

How the souls of lovers who are true to their promises 

are returned to this world

on the opposite side of fortress walls.

And, I understood the work:

How the courageous heart is meant to be a chisel.

Oh, my Beloved,

it seems we’ve been sent here to

destroy this world.

© 2014/Jamie K. Reaser

From "Re-Union: Coming Home to Each Other" (a work in progress)

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