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