apples, bread and frankincense

Apples, bread and frankincense
long-gone, thought I.. forgotten places,
where angels spread their wings
St Agnes’ statue sings inside a shell
long forsaken scents awaken memories
scenes of lunchtime rushes
damp bench-seats and blood on pews
these little sacrifices pleasing no-one
taking lives, where man builds towers to
please God, little birds have lost their
lives, navigating through brick walls
unable to penetrate, they fall, wounded
lost and lying on the ground. Little
sacrifices, for nothing, they lived and
they died. Because of walls.
These same walls we build around our own
existence. The pain is caused by distance.
Walls by their very existence and silence
create both places for safe haven and
distance from our enemies or those we
do not wish to embrace. What would the
world look like without walls. What would
we look like, without walls. Without
statues to commemorate others, would we
learn to become our own heroes, having no
others to look up to, or would we become
more base, less loving, less able, without
the reminders of those noble men and women
who have gone out before us. Perhaps walls
do have their merits and statues are
reminders of what great nature and character
perseverance, determination and overcoming
represents and how we can harness our best.

apples, bread and frankincense

© Karin Taylor

Lennox Head, Australia

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