Frederick Kwesi Great Agboletey

Walls, ancient walls

I rest my tired head against this ancient wall

Red bricks of rich laterite

Hundreds of years ago, put by faithful hands one upon another

To raise these magnificent edifice to honour our God

Jehovah Lord of Hosts

These rising wall, raised as though man were giving glory to God in stone

A cathedral expression of His mighty gloriousness, cavernous and awe inspiring in its ringing silence

These cold stones against my cheek, whispering, echoes of generations long past

Echoes of centuries long gone yet still here for those who can to see and hear –

These stones, mortars and bricks that make this mighty wall a lofty edifice

They have over time assumed maturity of aged wisdom

A calm repose of deep things of spiritual weightiness

Deep emotions have soaked them with final gasps of emotions stronghold burst and contained

Here, amidst this cavernous silence of rising walls were rivers of tears contained

As Angelic presences touched and healed

A life time of prayerful search opened portals of heavenly beauty in sight of these walls

When wisdom was a silent ascent of gentle acknowledgement as though wonders as these were only meant to be –

Old wall, warming to touch

Whispering silent hope

Your energy of endurance seeping through my tired arms

Sturdy bulwark against elements, piece by piece assembled by puny hands of men long gone

You have become a storehouse of emotions and a reminder of what is possible

Wall rising flush upwards, your gaze is a gentle embracing calmness

You never push back, always sustaining in your quiet strength -