Swinging on this crazy pendulum
Between all right and all wrong
Is dizzying, wildly disorienting.
Atrabilious! This brainy black bile
And I feel to be held under by all this care.
Loving ought be liberating:
Come to find out that the world’s weight
Is anything but light.
Then I look up
(A common, but too uncommon theme)
And realize that You’ve been gentlemanly
For me to lay all this burden down.
I’ve been bent over with it,
Eyes to the ground
Impossibly straining neath all this weight,
Saturated with the sweat and the load.
I look up at You (finally)
And You smile at me:
All that impossible, tender, complete, understanding, compassionate love in a look.
With nary a word – it took but a second to see you there, to remember You there –
I hand over the load.
It’s not heavy for You:
I don’t know what or how You do with it,
But it’s gone
– or completely changed into something else –
And we walk, You and I.
And there is nothing superfluous or in question
(There is little to be said in true love’s companionship,
Once the repentance is over.)
No more swinging or straining
I find that I am standing upright
Eyes straight ahead
Reconciled and whole and free of all those many burdens
Ready to tackle more
Now strong and courageous
Thanks to the nothing’s-impossible-for-God
The next step blessedly clear
And beyond it
A burden not mine to carry.
This moment, this quiet, His assurance
All I’m responsible for.