The Walls Must Fall

Transparency. 

It is the first ingredient for confession.  You will never win at life if you play with a poker face.  

Linus, the life coach, taught me that much.  

Come to the wall.  

Whatever wall blocks you from moving forward.  

Something there is that doesn't love a wall; that wants it down.  Yes, Mr. Frost, that is true.  

The wall has pent up all my dreams.  

I hear them, there, bantering on the other side.  

So I come to the wall.  I shout to the wall.  I say to the wall, "Hey, I'm here. I'm not hiding anymore.  Hey, I'm here: vulnerable, powerless, angry.  Hey, did you hear me?  I'm calling you out, wall.  I'm not leaving.  I'm not running. I hate this wall.  I want it down."  

I am marking my territory.  My shouts provide echo-location for the source of my angst.  Everyone will know: that I have a wall, that I hate this wall, that I cannot break it down.  

You can't embarrass a wall down.  

You can't harass a wall to crumbling.  

I can be honest.  

       I can be transparent.  

                I can find the strength that is hidden in weakness. 

My confession, made public, becomes our confession.  

Nehemiah, the Hebrew governor-prophet, profoundly proclaimed to the persecuted people rebuilding the walls of Jerusalem:

"The work is great and widely spread, and we are separated on the wall, far from one another.  In the place where you hear the sound of the trumpet, rally to us there. Our God will fight for us." 

My confession: that I hurt; that I struggle; that I am under attack; that I am weary from well-doing...

One voice that calls many.  

I am one voice.  

I am many voices.  

Accountability is fraternity.  

Fraternity is strength.  

In numbers...numbers that rally to my cry...numbers that march beside a wall...numbers that shout with shared frustration at a thing that will not move...that keeps me...keeps us...from the grand things waiting on the other side...

When masses march 

                        and shout 

                                  walls fall.  

Such movements begin

                    and only begin

with a face 

       easily read 

by others 

       standing by

the same wall.