Rope for granted

How heavy the Earth while He held it in place,

a load which no person can small down.

How moored in it’s birth, yet so changing it’s face,

yet He suffered the load through it’s fall down.

Only, we count Him a Giant, so we weigh not His strain,

saying things like “that’s His job to hold us”.

“It’s not but a feather”, we swear of His pain,

“Let Him father, yet work not to mold us.”

Meanwhile He suffers long, and we hurt as well.

But His is a quite different load.

It’s true that His muscles are a bit more than casual.

— and yet . . . we’ve never walked a god’s road!