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  • Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences,
    penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.
    * Maya Angelou

    My walls define me
    what I keep out
    what I keep in
    walls mark my boundaries.
    My walls are ancient
    and covered with lichen.

    With my walls
    I define who I am
    I may or may not
    let you in

    Do you come in peace?
    Or do you come to destroy?
    Do you bring gifts
    or do you come to steal?

    Do you come in truth
    or do you come in falsity?
    Do you come in light
    or do you come in darkness?

    Do you bring healing
    or do you bring pain?
    Do you bring laughter
    or do you bring tears?

    These are the questions
    my walls will ask you
    and you must answer rightly
    or they will never let you in.

    But if you come in love,
    my walls will recognize you
    from far away. The lichen will bloom,
    all my gates will fly open
    and I will welcome you
    with singing and rejoicing
    into the secret garden of my heart.


    (Photograph "Walls" by Alex)
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