Tuesday, February 28, 2012
By Amy Wilson Marshall
I walk along the prairie road, a slow and weary trek,
I pull a large and heavy load with a yoke around my neck.
It seems as though I pull the world, as if I’m on my own.
Although another shares my yoke I’m sure I walk alone.
Sometimes my burden is too heavy. I’m sure I’ll never make it.
When will I give up the load and let the other take it?
It seems unfair that I am working from morning until night
While my companion simply walks! It just doesn’t seem right!
Then, one day, as I start out I realize I’m alone.
The other ox is not with me. My burden is my own.
And I can’t make it, though I try, I barely move at all.
I just can’t pull it on my own. It’s just too much to haul.
Soon the other ox returns to share the load with me.
We pull a slow and steady pace but work tremendously.
We both are working very hard. We do our very best.
But sometimes I am pulling more; at times I’m pulling less.
Now, no matter what I pull, I know I share my load
And, together, we can reach the end of any road.