Refuge
Thank you for my walls.
They hide me and
Give me my name.
Sometimes, when I peek
From behind, I am afraid, so….
It’s good to know
That my wall is with me,
My refuge and strength.
Nothing it seems can breach
Its height, or breadth, or width.
Its door is locked in fear
Waiting for perfect love
To cast it out.
RonRusso 2004
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