gathering up the straw
figures of our fears and doubts,
handing us pails filled with
the pebbles of our prejudice
and the bile of our bitter hearts,
we start making the bricks
we need in order to build
a towering monument which
trumpets our arrogance to
everyone around us, and we
walk through the doors into
our false security and slam
them shut behind us to keep out
that riffraff called grace and hope.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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