Tasks before us onerous
reminiscent of past drudgery
of which we escaped, barely,
and not completely unscathed.
Calluses on our hearts make
for calloused souls.
Burdens weigh heavily
without lever or pulley,
helping hands to hold.
Forgiveness lifts, lays down.
Bricks stacked and mortared,
wheelbarrow crusted, overturned.
Walls get longer, taller, and harder
as long as we build them
rather than tear them down
as we are walled in
when we wall them out.

M. Zane McClellan

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