I could chew a blade of grass
And gaze lazily into the distance all day.
My mouth would sing with juices,
My back would hum in the sun.
But I was taught to carry.
And if I should drift away to gaze again into the distance
I was always reminded of my burden and my task:
To carry, and to wear so many cares.
My cares became me
And I ceased to seek a heaven in the idle act of living.
I did not ponder this
Until that time I carried into Bethlehem
An unborn child
Gave up his bliss