'Something there is that does not love a wall'
something there is that does not love at all-
though Love makes the world go round, which of
the twelve kinds abounds and surrounds?
I doubt for all I see from above
there is one land mass, open to view
amidst the vast boundless ocean blue
no line no divide All in one stride
one piece linking all, brick by brick
arch by arch, curve by curve, peace to serve
towers tall destined to fall, walls forsaken
blasted and broken,crushed and crumpled
built for miles in mountainous terrains
hardly hide or hold the reins of stains
and strains,no gains just partitions and pains;
scattered dead are the remains,known or unknown
all are undertaken, in soil or sea, alone
all have to go-yet why do we ignore ,no score
the evergreen side by side, grow and abide
ever beside, fresh and seen , scene by scene,
life beyond is the Truth for sure,this side
is strife,war and death,how short is the sight
for just on the other side, side by side
love and peace and sunshine bright,sparkle
in line all the time waiting to receive
those who wish to serve the Lord,all they
need, to stop and turn and gently move
through the arch , under the curve,
and as we remember the great resurrection
let us turn and not ignore the holy concrete connection.
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