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God in heaven, with grace and without merit to me, You have made me wise. You discern my heart and add to it. For long, I'd thought that I'd built these walls around me to protect me from others. You have caused revelation, Lord. This fortress in which I lay was not built by me, but by others. One brick at time, I was walled in. Like "The Cask of Amontillado". Constructed to protect them from me. Now, they tear at the stone and mortar that has long ago set. Tears are shed and frustration expressed. They desire to know who is hidden in there. They come with wrecking balls and quickly reconsider how destroying this structure with haste could bury the person inside in the rubble. They feel ill equipped for the task and walk away with heads hung low. They offer themselves defeat and feel content in such. Delighted when they discover the easier road just on the other side. Thus I remain. Merely a roadbock. Navigated and forgotten. You leave me with a final emotion, Lord. Compassion. I see a man in the puddle at my feet. I have compassion for him. Amen.