I stare at the monumental task
that stands before me, looking at me
from above, from below,
from right to left.
I don’t have the proper tools to
get this done in a reasonable time,
so I stand there with a torch and scraper.
Fingers raw with so much peeling
the skin off the walls: three layers by hand.
This indeed has been the Wall of Patience.
It is hell, it is virtue.
If you come here wanting to finish in one day
you will be humbled by hard work.
Like punishment you will feel it,
but by God it better be worth it.
All that work.
Those that do it shall be blessed with eternal satisfaction.
