Thursday, April 21, 2016

How?

How?

How do you describe something, someone, who still,
Despite after two thousand years of description, at once
Brings to mind the chains and glories of Heaven and Hell
To those who need to be freed the most? How do you
Remove the heavy burden of baggage we’ve added each
Time we’ve sought its use? How do you explain the truth
That there is both more and less there present, that there
Always is? How do you free a heart, whose walls of stone
Are mortared with disappointment, laid by the fear mason,
And frozen in place by broken misplaced promises, sealed
Inside the walls of other walled in frozen hearts? How do
You melt and demolish those walls without stoking fires
Of resentment and crushing the heart you wished to save?
How do you instill hope, when all is obviously so hopeless
To anyone who is paying attention with discerning eyes?
How do you tread delicately when you are weighed down
By the weight of your own cross? How can I hope to begin?
Is there any hope in asking? If so, lead my next step as well.