The Wall
C.L. Gingerich


The wall built before me reaches to the sky
And wavers not against the wind
As like the wall is my weariness of late
Climbing up and up into madness
My bones are tired and my feet are sore
From my strenuous pacing at the foot of the wall
There is a ditch where I have treaded
Dug so deep from my constant toiling
I cannot see the sunlight from where I stand
In this trench of my anxieties


Author's Note: These past two weeks, I was on a mission trip in the Dominican Republic. It was challenging to my faith, but it has shown me a lot of myself (the good and the bad). God is always gentle when he administers his grace and judgment.