Build Your Walls and Fill Your Moat

She built tall foreboding walls like that of a castle.

They surrounded her.

Around the walls was a moat

Made from the tears that came from her soul.

Her walls grew higher

Her moat grew deeper

Until, finally, she becomes the walls she has built

Walls that will inevitably crumble to their death.

Redemption

The waters have receded now.

She reaches heavenward to the Light.

Brick by brick

She painfully struggles to take the walls down.

The moat has dried

She can feel the warmth surround her.

Some bricks fall easily; ready and willing to go.

Others are so old and heavy they are impossible to lift.

Each time a loving hand stretches in and together the brick is moved.

She rejoices loudly, for she has finally been set free from her bondage.

Reach for the Light.

He is waiting.

Saint Andrews Church and the laundry building at Armadale Castle; Scotland