simon is made to bear the cross of christ
station 5: the weight
Hear our prayers
For all who have taken on big things….
Injustice, inequity,
exclusion, hatred,
division, dissolution, destruction.
For those who don’t close their eyes to the pain of the world.
Who don’t turn away.
For those who sometimes feel like it’s more than they can bear.
Hear our prayers.
HEAVY
by Mary Oliver
That time
I thought I could not
go any closer to grief
without dying
I went closer,
and I did not die.
Surely God
had his hand in this,
as well as friends.
Still, I was bent,
and my laughter,
as the poet said,
was nowhere to be found.
Then said my friend Daniel,
(brave even among lions),
“It’s not the weight you carry
but how you carry it –
books, bricks, grief –
it’s all in the way
you embrace it, balance it, carry it
when you cannot, and would not,
put it down.”
So I went practicing.
Have you noticed?
Have you heard
the laughter
that comes, now and again,
out of my startled mouth?
How I linger
to admire, admire, admire
the things of this world
that are kind, and maybe
also troubled –
roses in the wind,
the sea geese on the steep waves,
a love
to which there is no reply?