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I have built this wall, brick by brick. I’ve mortared it all, sturdy and thick. I remember the time I was washed in forgiveness my face wet with tears - my sense of self released as I lost that heavy load. I turn, and start another line of bricks, heavy with the mortar until it sticks. Each year the wall gets thicker and the light is sometimes thin. Each week the wall gets higher so that nothing will get in. Still, I can remember when I was stripped of all my woes, the weight of sin washed clean, burdens lifted from me to feel that touch within. I turn, and start another line of bricks. Heavy with the mortar Until it sticks. It has been many years since I began this wall. I've spilled too many tears as the bricks built up so tall. And though the memories allow the light’s way in, I know - deep inside of me, I’ll not break down again. I have built this wall, brick by brick. I’ve mortared it all, sturdy and thick. I know that when it’s done, I've placed the last brick of this room, that when, at last, I’m through, it will become my tomb. Lin Cava©
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Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC
Mortar and Brick
I have built this wall, brick by brick. I’ve mortared it all, sturdy and thick. I remember the time I was washed in forgiveness my face wet with tears - my sense of self released as I lost that heavy load. I turn, and start another line of bricks, heavy with the mortar until it sticks. Each year the wall gets thicker and the light is sometimes thin. Each week the wall gets higher so that nothing will get in. Still, I can remember when I was stripped of all my woes, the weight of sin washed clean, burdens lifted from me to feel that touch within. I turn, and start another line of bricks. Heavy with the mortar Until it sticks. It has been many years since I began this wall. I've spilled too many tears as the bricks built up so tall. And though the memories allow the light’s way in, I know - deep inside of me, I’ll not break down again. I have built this wall, brick by brick. I’ve mortared it all, sturdy and thick. I know that when it’s done, I've placed the last brick of this room, that when, at last, I’m through, it will become my tomb. Lin Cava©
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Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 8:06 PM UTC
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