Seeping through the Cracks

No matter how many doors you slam,

Regardless of how high you erect your walls,

Despite the barricades you build,

Even if your lock is so secure that you don’t even know where you put the key,

Be all that as it may:

My love will dissipate your fortifications.

My patience will seep through the cracks under the door.

My service will slide through the gaps between the bricks.

My kindness will catapult over the armament.

And my caring will fit through the keyhole.

My strength lies not in weapon nor armor,

But in my inability to give up on my child

And my ability to weather all storms.

My willingness to listen quietly, tapping like a branch on a window, waiting for the opening.

I’m here for whenever 

You decide to open that door.