Masks of wood can often
evoke the certainty of buildings of oak
Nails of iron strengthening
turrets criss-crossed and tall
Angled toward our
lashed awnings and towering mornings
Hark for a moment to the withering wind
etching today
aching away
Lean upon your beams of faith
tread and feed on your walls of grace
Happiness is the expression of one’s certainty of place