...walls

the things we put up, to keep the world,
and others, from knowing us too well...

in the form of an open wall, a fence...
and good ones make good neighbors...

to keep our selves and possessions safe,
contained, untouched...

to keep out those that would ravage,
pillage or take the things we hold dear...

whether for security, or shelter,
walls compartmentalize us...

and separate us from those around us,
even from ourselves...

until, that is, the walls are redone, painted with fresh,
clean paint....

by loving hands, whose caring and gentle hearts,
took down the bitter walls that held in torment and pain...

then helped rebuild, with doors and windows in the old walls
and skillfully used paint to make the "new"/old walls, fresh and clean...
with bright colors and a lot of love...

there are still boxes of cleaning supplies everywhere...
painting is not complete...but, there is progress...

a "yummy" deeply red accent wall...
the dining room ceiling, a taupey gray...
the window wall, sepia tan around the cameo white French Doors...

and a lot of cleaning, scraping, sanding, spackeling ...
and progress...

now these walls no longer divide or hide,
they embrace you...and share His love...

because of the loving way they are being restored...
by helping hands and caring hearts...

and Jesus smiles...