My burden

My burden is no lighter
I pull this fallen tree
through modern forrest primeval.
My fingers clutching and cloistering
The roots of what we were
My back bloodied and broken
And I pull and pull
unable to let free
unwilling to accept as is as  just so
I pull this fallen tree

My burden is no lighter
I pull this tree alone
Through the every day mundane
Grasping and laboring and searching
For a place to plant it new
My fruitful soil eludes me
And still I pull and pull
No plans or dreams consume
The burden is not chosen
The task was set for me

My burden is a joy now
I pull this tree uphill
Every branch a memory
A battle of my will
Devotion is my yoke now
Longing is my crown
And still I pull and pull
My hoped for consecration
Not mine against my will

And I'm still here... pulling on this damn tree

My burden is no lighter

I pull this fallen tree

through bramble snags and clutches

tearing at the branches, the memories

tattered and shaken

the leaves the details brown and fall

But I am growing stronger

this burden I can bear

as the shoulders of my heart grow broad

I can complete my task