hearts now beat... confession of the wall.

The stone wall broke down this week. It had a heart, passionate and soft. Surrounding it was the stone, the army allowed no one to touch it's tender heart. That stone was called pride, assumed strength, image.

August: a small crack was formed, breaking near the heart; but it was still protected. The applied caulking held tight near the surface, but remained soft near the center. January came and a rain drenched the wall, the trial chipped the hardened surface from it's weakening crack. The soft caulking was revealed, very near the wall's sterile heart. One simple hug washed it away; the heart began to shiver. One comforting hand; the heart shook. The stone around it crumbling down.



 The dynamite was called care. The hammers were called love. Pounding with every compassionate thought, the heart was exposed. It was beating now, weakening the walls itself. It felt naked, no longer hidden. Vulnerable and embarrassed. Weak and abnormal at first, but grew stronger each day. Confused but learning that those rains had finally freed it, not betrayed it. They let the heart beat again, not lie in complacency.The heart could now move on, instead of staring blankly at that stone; seemingly protecting it. The stones were preventing it, not strengthening it.

Let my heart beat free. I wont hide in the rains of trial; I'll dance in it.