If your burden is light,
why does everything feel so heavy?
What am I still holding?
My mind...
I feel blessed,
my spirit longs for more,
my heart doesn't feel strong,
or healed, ready to be restored.
I am happy
I tell myself,
sometimes I almost can believe it,
as I'm walking at dusk, in fall,
watching children passing,
laughing,
telling myself,
everything is a gift from my God...
Your hand, your burden, your goodness,
has brought me here,
You will lead me and take it upon you.
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