Aches and pains,
Fears and cares;
Some real,
Some hidden,
Most, not even there.
Burdened by this life;
I need some respite.
I remember him;
With a little envy perhaps.
He’s cut loose,
He’s free!
Why him
And not me?
Understanding, I don’t claim;
Nor any clarity.
Where to, from here, Lord?
I’m tired, help me.
– R. D. P.
inkhorn 