And so I lift the yoke
carefully, lovingly,
and with some effort
place it smoothly, firmly
on my waiting shoulders;
where I straighten it
slowly, respectfully
until it feels
balanced and bearable
wearable and terrible
and I lift my neck
my eyes to God
above me
see God around me
know God is in me
and I limp
back to
my
life.
Lively 2009
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