Yoked

Weary, I schlep this weight and regret my fate

Teary, I wept so late, so inept my state

Bear the boulder ‘pon my shoulder

Prop the stack upon my back

Wince the shackles ‘pon my ankles

Must go forward

Yet thrusted toward

A rusted sword

My just reward

Yet as I sauntered, crushed and lonely

The scale was altered thus upon me.

As the boulder ‘gan to lift, so the pack began to shift

Now did a beam of wood exist, now locked in would I resist?

I lurched forward despite my will

Felt the pull that shook my still

Broke the shackles ‘pon my heel

Awoke the tears, they start to spill

I look over now

I see how

You bear the beam with me

How you bear the load and how

I can hardly notice now

Indeed your yoke is easy

Indeed your burden’s light

So I take these gifts upon me

And my soul finds rest this night.