Impenetrable

Mounds manifest within the mind,

the stalwart steeples set in stone,

arisen textures of man wanting to be divine,

who creates barriers as gods,

to replace faith by brick and mortar,

heart left so cold and no longer feels

what moves beyond that limitation.

 

Security lusted as a prize

flees from fear of lurking enemies,

never able to find any true peace

behind that edifice created

in hopes of making one impenetrable

unto every nemeses and villain.

 

Without a gate light never enters,

days pass without knowing,

each miracle and wonder

sealed away from the eyes.

 

No matter the architecture imbued

regardless the brilliancy of construction plans,

there is always a rear entrance

created within the head

where night shrouds its location

so there is no tranquility is gained

because of the war the never ends,

which rages constantly.

 

Spirit forever entombed

from seeing heaven’s pastures

lost is the joy of the Lord’s love

known as the only durable covering,

trust ends up placed only in what can be touched,

but always haunted by the dreams

that speak so softly by eternal voice

over how the true form of protection

can only come by God’s hands.

 

Irony flows by the everlasting nature

of revelatory scriptural paradoxical truths,

how one can’t find that sense of safety

until crumbling the false facades of the will

and letting the Lord be the shield

never requiring our repair

as in His care we find the real

essence of shelter.