When the wall
between the worlds
is too firm,
too close.

When it seems
all solidity
and sharp edges.

When every morning
we wake as if
flattened against it,
its forbidding presence
fairly pressing the breath
from us
all over again.

Then may we be given
a glimpse
of how weak the wall

and how strong what stirs
on the other side,

breathing with us
and blessing us
still

forever bound to us
but freeing us
into this living,
into this world
so much wider
than we ever knew.

The words of Jan Richardson