The Wall Within

A poem emerging during my meditation with Eckhart Tolle

When I was little, with small hands, I laid,

Brick by brick, in the sun, in the shade.

With tears, with blood, with sweat and with might,

My wall grew tall through the day and the night.

In echoes of Churchill, I laboured so strong,

"Blood, toil, tears, and sweat," my lifelong song.

The years flowed past, and my wall soared high,

Stretching as far as the Great…