Walls, they can either be a protective or restricted barrier;
They can work for us or against us,
They don’t have to be physical in fact, often times they aren’t visible to our human eyes but we know that they are there,
The effect they have on us makes us to become aware of their presence in us and around us,
They aren’t bad in themselves but it is what we make of them that matters.
War, it isn’t something we were designed for but it is something the enemy makes sure we engage in.
It doesn’t have to be on a battle field, the space behind the walls is good enough ground for it to take place.
War behind the walls, we often don’t prepare for it but the little tension and friction here and there that occurs behind the wall, leads to it.
War behind the walls; physical swords and spears aren’t often used in this war but the ones that proves to be shaper than any two-edged sword.
It is as small as a ship’s rudder and it can also be likened to a little fire that when kindled can destroy a great forest.
It is a kind of sword that when used to attack it’s victim has such great a potential to pierce into the soul of such an individual.
Oh that everyone behind the wall will create an atmosphere that wouldn’t be suitable for war!
Oh that our walls be for protection and not a restrictive barrier on our relationships!
Oh that our walls would be painted with the beauty of our love and care for one another and not with the blood of our kinsmen and brethren!
Oh that watchmen will be set upon our walls. Men that wouldn’t hold their peace until our walls become a HOME, Sweet HOME!!!
I dream of a WALL without WAR!