If Walls Could Talk

If walls could talk

Surely these ones would be speechless

Rendered mute by miracles too precious to utter

If walls could talk

Surely these ones could not say

Why these sacred secrets never get old

If walls could talk

Surely these ones could not ask

For anything more than they already hold;

Newborn cries and bittersweet ends

Two vowed bound and unraveled sins

And Him

Who tenderly

In stone, wood, and flesh

Lets himself be held;

The beating, broken, heart of the world