by Hélène Montpetit

With too many wounds
open and bleeding
I sought your warmth
and got a cold shoulder.

Seeking protection, I built a palisade.

Today you wave over the wall
the top of your dreadlocks
your elegant golden hand
bright emissaries of peace.

Brother Isaac warned too many walls, not enough bridges.

I have a sacred wing, sister,
that wants to come home to you
Shall I cross the bridge and bring it?


This post inspired by Patricia’s Place “We build too many…” for October 14th, 2015.

“We build too many walls and not enough bridges.”
Isaac Newton

Image credits: “Friendship love and truth” by Currier & Ives – Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.