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!