Love and Mortar

Our walls
Wear nicks
And holes

Their scars
Like mine
Don’t fade.

Though paint
Can do
It’s trick

The signs
Of age
Are clear.

But strength
Is borne
Of bricks

That hold
Worn walls
In place.

They stand
Like dikes
Of grace

To face
The world’s
Brute force.

Trust stacked
With faith
And hope

Can brace
Those flawed
With years.

Our wounds
And scabs
Make sense

In light
Of Love’s
Sure hold.