The things we carry,
like chains –
one link for every
hope,
fear,
dream,
love,
hurt we conceal.
We masquerade,
showing only our best faces
to the masses,
to our loved ones,
to ourselves.
And every second, the clock ticks on –
tick,
tock,
another second gone,
another chance to break free
as we grow older,
accumulating chains,
bearing in solitude the weight that was meant
for others to help us carry,
all because we are
“okay”
alone.
Then, one day, our daye of rekenynge will come, and
our hearts, sagging with the weight of secrets untold,
heavier than when they first beat,
will beat their last…
But we are “okay”
alone.
“Man shall not live by bread alone.”
“It is not good for man to be alone.”
“You cannot do it
alone,”
so,
with dust to dust,
ashes to ashes,
beginning to beginning blazing toward us
inevitably,
why are we still bearing chains?
You are too young to be so wise!
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Had a definite visual with reading this…and it played out that I saw Jesus walking beside me, saying,’Here…please let me take that for you. I already bore the weight of that’.
Thanks MK!!
Amen to that! It’s a constant tug-of-war between the desire to control and His call to be free.