Easy the yoke

I saw in large what the angel said with song
A dreadful dirge dutifully derelict in form
Pleading with grief to follow and join along
A perilous path prepared to head through the storm
I followed as one whose tail wags for the child
Wearily weakened by woes and full of dread
Though greatly afeared of forces speedily wild
With sluggish stone steps sleeping slow as the dead
Yet still the tune danced as Hamelin’s piper of old
Giving great strength gracefully guiding my path
With every breath I grow more joyful and bold
Closer, so close, am I coming to calamitous wrath
Once through what will I find? Treasure or joke?
But still this burden be light and easy the yoke.



God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey