Holes in my walls

Poetry

HOLES IN MY WALLS

There are holes in my walls.

But You can't see,
I've covered them with my tapestry.

There're cracks in the window's glass

But I promise, you won't notice
because they're invisible if you don't really focus.

My piano is out of tune,

But You won't mind,
because I won't be playing in front of You.

You can come visit now, I know it'll be short but I'm ready and prepared!

I'll rehearse the words I'll say,
And the scenes that will play.
I will even practice everything I planned for the day.

I now hear you coming!

I hear the loud footsteps of a King,
It begins to shake and break everything.

Your footsteps shake all of the paintings off the wall, revealing the holes.

Your voice rumbles in the air, breaking the broken glass that shatters everywhere.

You blow through the piano, blowing away any broken chord or song played for others.

Your short visit isn't anything I had planned or expected. Your visit has only shaken everything that could be shaken and it has broken everything that could be broken.

I see you examining the house, and looking upon the holes and broken places that were there when you arrived, but hidden. You now see everything bare...

Yet, you still smile at me before you leave.

"Lord, I'm sorry for all the things I still kept hidden in front of you. I'm sorry that your short visit didn't go as you planned."

You stop in Your tracks and You look back at me, with Your smile still beaming with sunlight. You say to me,

"Beloved, my visit today was everything I planned and I did exactly what I wanted to do."

Isabella Shoemake