I am honored that you life this page
\nand read me.
\nI am only a wall,
\nan edifice of disappointing words.
\nBut I am here
\nbecause you are here,
\nbecause your words,
\nyour eyes are mine.
\nBecause nothing that has happened to me,
\nhasn\u2019t happened to you.
\nSo I am honored that you stay
\nfor a moment.<\/p>\n
We are the same.
\nI am your voice,
\nyour loving heart,
\nyour raging heart.
\nPeople wonder what it is I do,
\nor some people wonder,
\nor perhaps none at all,
\nbut I wonder what they do.
\nI am surprised,
\nhow I have come to care for them.
\nHow they return as children,
\nused and scarred,
\nwalls of hope and listening.<\/p>\n
It is because I have stood
\nin the same place for ages.
\nBecause, in all my travels
\nI have stayed in the same place,
\nand listened to them,
\nand listened to you,
\nand vowed to be an amanuenses,
\na scribe.
\nTelling you, sit with me,
\nsee the fitting of my stones,
\nlisten to the years
\nweather me with storms.
\nI have become a sounding chamber,
\na humble hearer of your prayers,
\nand tell you,
\nin this face of stone,
\nthis wall of joy and separation,
\nyou are the beautiful being
\nI hear in my heart,
\nand find words for.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am honored that you life this page and read me. I am only a wall, an edifice of disappointing words. But I am here…<\/p>\n