The Price of Alignment
The walls had stood
long before we arrived
weathered
unbothered
unquestioned
they had learned
the language of permanence
stone stacked upon stone
confidence mortared in time
we did not bring ladders
or fire
or force
we brought footsteps
and a command
that made no sense
to anything but faith
walk
once
and again
and again
say nothing
not to the walls
not to each other
not even to yourself
silence
is a hard cost
especially
when nothing moves
day one—
they stood
day two—
they stood
by day six
they seemed taller
stronger
as if repetition
was proof
of their permanence
and doubt
began to whisper
what falls—
does not look like this
what yields—
does not wait this long
but obedience
does not negotiate
with appearances
it does not measure
progress
by sight
it measures
completion
and on the day
when instruction
met its fullness
we raised a sound
not of strategy
but of surrender
and what had never fallen
did
not by strength
but by alignment
not by force
but by faith
some things
do not fall
when you fight them
they fall—
when you finally
walk
as you were told
© Ron Simpson Jr.
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