"The wall." Turn on the radio, you hear about it. Turn on the TV, you hear about it. Turn on Twitter, you hear about it. I don't see the point in all of it. These borders--these walls--are pushing us further away from each other. We need, now more than ever, to come closer.
The border is a line that passes through time and never ends
The border is a line that crosses a land and makes it countries
The border is a word that should not exist
The border is the end of the world
The border is a limit
The border must go away
The border is a bird without wings
The border is a shifting line where the push and pull of life meet.
The border shuts us off from the rest of the world.
You know the sound of the lock on the door unhinging? You'll never hear that unclasping, that reassuring click when the door is labeled "border."
The border limits our conversation. We must yearn to speak greater and louder than the border.
With a word pegged to the taut rope of sentences
sung out with clarity,so there can be no mistake that we find the hallelujah and grace, revelations and praise in each phrase
isn't it interesting that empires:
ever expanding, growing, encompassing m o r e,
left new divisions in their wake?
The border is where we encounter the Other
and are ourselves encountered, where
we have the chance to be known, make a choice
to become friend
sad children and desperate parents
no hugs, no connections, no safety
why should we break apart families,
who are we to
free eats too
Build bridges, not walls. Wag more, bark less. Peace out.