I stand alone,
Always enduring the cold, old,
Within, without.
The leaden skies hurl rain upon the cracked glass,
Like mourners tears,
An indefatigable stream down faces
Lined with woe.
Steel shuttered, I stand alone.
Protected from willful kicks and stones
I cannot move,
I endure a lonely vigil,
The vagaries of human emotion scar and heal.
I stand in faith of better times,
Of sunny days,
When pink cherry blossom bobs upon my shoulders
And waves to passing cars.
When sun streams through upper windows
And confetti lies with loves union.
Some days depression lifts,
The opening of a room, a mind,
To discussion and debate.
The soft cleaning care,
The brightening of laughter on the walls,
Children's voices, feet upon the floor.
But mainly I stand in hope and faith.
Those days when music lifts the soul and organ pipes
Raise choral voices to heavens rafters.
A weeks injustice made fair by prayer and thought.
The doors fling open and welcome all.
It is for this I stand and contemplate.
