Church

by Cathy MacAdam
March 20, 2008

There were no walls

Outside

The ceiling did not end

There was room for everyone

And yet

Everyone did not come

Strange about walls

And how we like them

Is it what they keep in

Or what we keep out

Is it how we know where things end

And start

And then we know where we are too

Outside

Anything can happen

It probably would

The worst things we imagine

And things we could not imagine

Bad

But maybe good things too

That would

Change us

Because we would not know

Where we began

And where we stopped

What was the same

 

And what was not

How would I know

That I was not you

And you were not me

What was mine

And what was not

How could I tell

The measurements

Of what I know and what I believe

And if you are okay

And if you are not

How would I know

Without the walls

How would I be safe

If I didn’t know what safety was

If there are no walls

Where do you put the door?

How can you know if you’re in or out

And how do you know

What and where belongs to you

Who is the host

Who is the guest

What would we learn in such a place

A place beyond imagining

A place that I would like to know