What ? I asked the one with the flowers,
and acres of naked skin,
” How can your burden be Light ?”
To the trees stooped with night, I asked it again, but
they were too busy to reply…
I went to the flowers in the fields, and they said it to me, again,
” My burden is Light, ” ; they were pregnant with blossom, with drippy leaf and waiting showers,
confused I turned away
and met a sky full of the sun, so full, it dawned on me, finally
Yes, Light. Light. A burden, as in a ‘ carrying’, a torch borne, a Vision of Beauty, held.
I still cannot embrace it all.
How could I,
but today I read these Words that spoke back at me,
My Burden is LIGHT…
spilling off rooftops and sky, lanes and silhouettes, smashing shadows
shedding darkness like filthy rags,
oh brilliant burden, be mine, be mine!
Huts on Beach Hill. Oil, Acrylic RN