Walls
This steepled structure is far from sound. Rifts and canyons and fissures surround the foundational structure of this religion crown. Buildings are but a temporary thing. Beams and trusses and metal scaffolding are only but a whisper in an infinite recounting. Currency spent leads to more walls. They build them to be majestic halls to shelter the righteous and the know-it-alls. They sing sprightly songs that say: He is the Truth, the Life, and the Way. But seldom has the body stirred that way. It’s a sad thing to see: those poverty stricken longing for Calvary – Yet those sinless suit-tied singers see only their own need. Irony is most suitable to describe the things that those walls hold inside. The body left long before it died. Spiritual accolades are readily admired, but dirty hands are quickly required To be washed and hidden and banned from the mire. Those starving, sick, and spiritless are kept outside so as not to...