DAY 38: BURDEN
a psalm of comfort
Set down your pack.
Wrap your arms around your chest.
Let your shoulderblades unfurl like wings.
Let me rub the knots from your palms,
smooth the shadows from under your eyes.
Lean back: my hands are here.
Your fragile glass heart is safe.
The light which shines through you --
I don't want you to hide it away.
The stones you're lugging, both whole
and broken: they're mine too.
You're mine too. Let me carry you.
Today is the 38th day of the Omer, which makes five weeks and three days of the Omer. Today is the 38th day of our 49-day journey between Pesach and Shavuot, between liberation and revelation.
Today's poem was inspired by one of the qualities Pirkei Avot says is required for acquiring Torah -- carrying the burden of one's fellow. (It's actually mapped to the 37th day, not the 38th, but yesterday's poem took me in a different direction, so I wrote about it today.)
Can you think of a time when you took on, or wanted, to take on a loved one's burden? What gifts did you find in that act?