if these walls could speak
July 13, 2007
if these walls could speak, what would they say?
would they shout?
would they sing?
would they whisper?
if these walls could speak, what would i hear?
a love song?
a tirade?
a sigh?
if these walls could speak, how would i feel?
surprised?
intrigued?
ashamed?
if these walls could speak, what would they say?
would they drench me in love and peace?
wrap me in warm reassurances?
bubble forth with contagious joy?
if these walls could speak, what would i hear?
unstoppable laughter?
a barrage of questions, demanding answers?
nothing but a quiet calm?
if these walls could speak, how would i feel?
would i like what i heard?
would i wish they’d stayed silent?
would it change my life?
“would it change my life?”
I think that is the best question. I mean, they are all very good, but I think this one is the best.
Why is it that humans instinctively hide when they are embarrassed (ie. the fig leaf)? Why is it that we think that we are hidden from view behind the literal and figurative walls that we construct? When in all actuality the only One who counts can see every detail of what we do.
Good thoughts – thanks for sharing them!
Hi friend! this is beautiful! miss you and hope i see you soon.
would i like what i heard?
would i wish they’d stayed silent?
I wonder this quite often. Especially when I’ve been visiting a place like Ellis Island or old homesteads in Williamsburg, Virginia – places like that. I wish we could go back in time. That would be so cool. Just as long as I could get back to the present.
This is great Kitty…did you write it while journaling again? Ahhh, the creative juices are flowing…share on!
thanks, kitty… i was telling someone today that i think my “return to journaling” has got me thinking more introspectively and creatively. it’s interesting. and a little scary! ;-)