Quatrain (II)

Posted byMatthew PullarPosted inDevotional, PoetryTags:, ,
I fell at your feet with the burden I carried
Dragging my shoulders and soul to the ground.
“The burden is mine, child,” you said while I tarried,
Unable to rise and afraid to lay down.

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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