My back is strong because my load is heavy
I've carried these bags and burdens over miles of rough terrain
Year in and year out, with no place to stop
And lay them down.
Some were heavier than others, and those that
I did not feel were worth their weight
I dropped along the way.
Such a variety of luggage I've collected along the way:
Obligations, wishes, half-finished projects and
Grand visions, talents, troubles, love and losses.
Each relationship carries its own weight,
And each calling is balanced with responsibilities.
Look, my Lord, what weights I carry with me.
As I itemize each package and every bundle,
I find I've laid them at Your feet.
How strange and light I feel, as if I could fly.
I look to You to see the smile in Your eyes
And together we dance in joy.
In time You turn to me and stretch out Your hand.
"Shall we move forward?" You ask, and I sigh
As I turn back to my pile of baggage.
But, "No," You say, "I know what you truly need.
From here, I will bear your burdens and
Carry your load."
den 10 aug 97
for Dan Dickerson