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Debits and credits

Chapter 49: THE BURDEN
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A varied collection of short fiction and verse that moves between mythic retellings, moral allegories, wartime vignettes, and social sketches. Pieces examine loyalty, duty, and the tension between tradition and change, often blending satirical observation with elegiac reflection. Some items use classical or legendary frames to illuminate human motives; others present intimate portraits of conflict, loss, and consolation. Formally diverse—featuring poems, short plays, and narrative sketches—the volume shifts tone frequently but returns to recurring concerns about conscience, belonging, and the costs and comforts of community.

THE BURDEN

One grief on me is laid
Each day of every year,
Wherein no soul can aid,
Whereof no soul can hear:
Whereto no end is seen
Except to grieve again—
Ah, Mary Magdalene,
Where is there greater pain?
To dream on dear disgrace
Each hour of every day—
To bring no honest face
To aught I do or say:
To lie from morn till e’en—
To know my lies are vain—
Ah, Mary Magdalene,
Where can be greater pain?
To watch my steadfast fear
Attend my every way
Each day of every year—
Each hour of every day:
To burn, and chill between—
To quake and rage again—
Ah, Mary Magdalene,
Where shall be greater pain?
One grave to me was given—
To guard till Judgment Day—
But God looked down from Heaven
And rolled the Stone away!
One day of all my years—
One hour of that one day—
His Angel saw my tears
And rolled the Stone away!

THE END