A Wall

The wall Once there sat a vill, a mighty town upon a hill Happy and content, thanks to it's worker's great skill Joy ran amuck, healing hearts full of woe Cheering on their proud workers, and playing in the snow But then came the storm, with thunder loud and grey Doom ever crept in closer, danger sneaked in every day The workers of the vill, greatly feared the storms great chill And this fear made them think, of a way to save their hill... "A wall!" Cried their joy, "a wall to save us all" And the congregation responded, by shouting back, "a wall!" "But what," spake the elders,"should this wall be made from?" "A wall made in fall, will never silence pain's drum" So Autumn stone was discarded, the stuff would surely break When matched against the tempest, of a violent old heartbreak As was summer bronze cast out, even polished bright and strong What chance would glamour have, versus waves that come from Wrong "Spring's sunshine will do it!" shouted little rays of hope But under cloud's great darkness, even sunshine fails to cope All that was left, for the people to suggest Was that winter season's Christmas, full of laughter to digest "Let us build our saving wall, from Santa's cheerful sleigh! His bag with every toy, his gift for every day Search and find the good, ponder with every thought Let no virtue go unseen, till then: forget your cot!" The workers slaved both night and day, finding gifts of love and joy To gather all that they could find, not leaving the smallest toy They found every piece of good news, glad tidings did they bring Sowing laughter together with light, using art as sowing string And so the wall was finally built, and shined in it's great light! A shield that would protect the land, now devoid of all that's bright... And then came the storm, and great were the waves Which were so fierce and strong, that only as anger could it behave But no lightning bolt of grief, or arrow of pure pain Could penetrate a fortress, built with joys of the sane And alas! The storm blew by, revealing bright sky blue And the wall in all its glory, had lasted the night through But as the citizens looked about, no cheering could be found No matter how they tried, no joy was in their sound For the vill that had been full, of joy that had once healed it Had protected its very self, by living within it The vill had emptied, it's never ending supply Of joy, love, and peace, all the colors in the sky. And so it remained forever, protected, yet exposed And the workers without their smiles, carried nothing as a load