Masonry

The idea for this poem had been with me for a long, long time, but I could never write it, something was missing. It had no ending. Then I read a wonderful book by a 17-18th century French Jesuit writer, Jean-Pierre de Caussade, called “Abandonment to Divine Providence“. This is a truly wonderful book, if a little hard to read because of its age, and I recommend it highly. He has a very high but yet relaxed attitude to the Will of God. And there, right at the very end was the inspiration for the ending of this poem: “the divine action builds the heavenly Jerusalem on the ruins of Babylon”.

 

Carving of a stonemason, Gloucester Cathedral

Carving of a stonemason, Gloucester Cathedral

He builds his wall,
Stone by stone,
Day by day.
Stones of hatred,
Cutting down all others.
Unable to raise himself up
He makes himself feel tall
By debasing everyone else.
The wall goes up,
Higher and higher,
And he is king
In his kingdom of one.

But at night
The Master Mason comes,
Examining the wall
Stone by stone.
Then deftly, expertly,
He extracts some,
Chosen for His purpose,
Spiriting them away,
Weakening the wall just so,
And now one day
When the man leans on it
It might come crashing down.

She builds her wall,
Stone by stone,
Day by day.
Stones of fear
Shutting out all others.
Knowing herself pitiful
She hides herself away
From all that might hurt.
The wall goes up,
Higher and higher,
Shutting out the beauty
Along with the pain.

But at night
The Master Mason comes,
Prodding, probing, testing,
Stone by stone.
Then carefully, gently,
So as not to waken her,
He slides some stones out
And carries them off,
Opening a few holes
So that one day
Beauty might seep in
And the wall crumble.

They build their wall,
Stone by stone,
Day by day.
Stones of insecurity
Trapping each other.
Fearing the insufficiency of their love
They cut off all escape,
All that might attract the other.
The wall goes up,
Higher and higher,
And they are all alone
In their separate togetherness.

But at night
The Master Mason comes,
Pondering their prison,
Stone by stone.
With practised eye
Choosing this one, that one,
No different to the casual look,
But perfect for His purpose,
Creating some leaks,
Hoping that one day
Love might flow forth
And the dam burst.

And so He builds
Stone by stone,
Day by day.
Stones He has stolen
From here and there,
Chosen for hidden qualities
For only He can see
How they fit together.
The walls go up,
Higher and higher.
For the House of God is built
From the stones of fallen Babylon.

 

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