Lighten this load.
I wish to be free.
To lose any ties
that encumber my dancing.
After all, I am armed with laughter
when the weeping is over.
I will shake the heavy burden
until all the layers fall away.
For a smile
will breach the darkness
of any sorrow.
The shaking of shoulders
trembling with the hope of humor,
we find the spaces we make
between life and the marrow of our bones
is the birdsong,
the worksong we learn to sing
when we remember
we are not alone
with the prayers of the faithful
held in the embrace
of the soul's children.
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