Along the Way
by Michael Escoubas

Even when my burden is heavy
(which it often is)
if I look for it … light
invariably opens a path
shedding just enough light
to take the next step.

Then a fluff of snow
falls on my shoulder …
a few flakes find their way
off my collar onto
my neck … I shiver and hunch
my back, gain a particle of strength.

I notice the trees above me
have formed an arch
as if to say, “You are safe
here, it is a new day,
a day made by the One
in charge of making days.”

I push back
against the load I had
at the start and wonder …
“Where did it go?”



 

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