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.