Walls&Fences

Blog 347:

I wandered not so far one day
In the confines of my fenced grounds
Looking around, I naively noted
How limiting this world I’m penned

So … mutely I asked, witnessed only by the skies ...
“What could be on the other side …
Of this massive concrete walls that gird?”
My whispering voice unheard, alas …
I slowly walked defeated, yet determined to find

I wandered a little farther one other day
Through the dense woods with which I shared space
Looking up, I noted, tall trees shared my tiny world
And realizing so, I found within my questioning voice

Thrillingly I asked of one grand Star Apple tree,
“What could your eyes see beyond where stand you and me?”
It replied, “People … all kinds, buildings great and small …
I also see a world birthing ... just waiting for you and all!"

“A world?  A world bigger than this one we know?” I queried.
“Yes … one complex world of thoughts and exploits ...
Haste not, little one,” it lovingly hushed and comforted

In a sense I then neither  perceived nor grasped

“Wait a few years ‘til your time’s ripe,” it further advised.
“Let the moon and sun go about, but keep that wondering alive
On your own, very soon, you’ll get out of your gated fences
Before long, you’d walk the narrow and wide streets of life
Decide then for yourself what worth and use fences guard!”

Not so very long ago I did wander out
Away from the Star Apple Tree and bars of my innocence
Diversity of fences tall and short I did meet there and here
From movement boundaries and those that protect the pure
Relationship-walling, political stockades and social casting stood
So did testimonial structures honoring strives of dead and living
There too were set fortifications for prayer wailing or crying
And moreover, partitions placed to rid of foreign invaders
The world, indeed, carries on with walls and fences
Our challenge: Define which are kind, mending, and cruel!