Hope

I dream of touching your stones

The yellowing rock that has held within it

Years of history

Million of whispered prayers

Billions of tears

Shed in joy

Sadness

Uncertainty

And hope.

I long to caress the crevices

That are filled to the brim

With folded notes

That request

Divine inspiration

Sustenance 

Healing

And hope.

I envision myself

Only inches from burying my face

In your enormous bricks

That for thousand of years

Have promised courage

Protection

Redemption

And hope.

I pray that one day

I will be next to your wall

Pouring out my soul

To your listening pores and cracks

As you soak in every tear of mine

And you comfort me with the reassurance

Of eternity

Forever

And hope.