The spire
As I look upon the walls of my life,
I see cracks where once there was a smooth surface.
The four corners of my room give me a home,
a place of belonging,
and I have often moved from east to west
and from north to south
but most important was always the roof over my head.
As I look upon the walls of my life,
I am grateful that the structure has not fallen apart.
Within my space I have hung up art
and made my home a place of expression,
and perhaps even of impression
of places I've seen and people I've met.
I have learnt that having less on the outside
gives you more on the inside
and placing less inside creates more outside.
And when moving outwards seems to fall flat
because the walls are coming down
on my life, I look up.
I move from the inside upwards
and through not a flat tented roof
but a high reaching spire
and I reach heavenward
to enter the great escape
of God's precious kingdom
where I find peace and hope
grace, truth and mercy,
and most importantly love.
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