Walls

Building walls
was never easier
when the the plaster
made of anger and frustration
poured into my blood
and bricks hardened
before my eyes
and between my clenched teeth.

But this new life
near gardens and growing green
folds me in the arms of god
like sheets billowing
in the spring air
and the luster of light
has me laughing
with so much joy.

Walls crumble
in so much loving kindness.