By Debbonnaire Kovacs, Dec 9, 2015

There is a wall,

a stone wall,

high and strong and thick,

built over many years

out of the heavy stone

of many difficult and traumatic circumstances.


On the wall is a tower,

a round little tower springing high

as if it, instead,

is made of light.

And indeed, there is light within,

shining out from the narrow windows.


In the tower is a guard,

a tall, beautiful guard

with patience in the set of his shoulders,

determination in the lines of his jaw,

endless, farseeing, roving watchfulness in his eyes

and boundless, quiet, fierce love in his hands.


Folded within the solid, steady stone of the walls

is a soul,

a small soul,

a timid soul,

a soul with pain in her bearing,

weariness in her shoulders,

a soul with weak knees and fragile hands.


But the eyes of the little soul,

from her shelter inside the wall,

reflect the glow of the love of the guard

who watches in the tower

which springs up from the wall

which stands high and strong and thick,

built by loving hands

from the trials

that caused

the pain

and the weariness,

the weak knees

and the fragile hands.

She frets about nothing, for she knows she is safe.


Rejoice in the Lord always [delight, gladden yourselves in Him]; again I say, Rejoice! … Do not fret or have any anxiety about anything… And God’s peace [shall be yours, that tranquil state of a soul assured of its salvation through Christ, and so fearing nothing from God and being content with its earthly lot of whatever sort that is, that peace] which transcends all understanding shall garrison and mount guard over your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus. Phil. 4:4, 6, 7, Amplified Bible, Expanded Edition, 1987