Friday, January 30, 2009

the way of the easy yoke

It is rest,
sweet and easy and
It is hard, though never
Hard as hell.

It is natural like my next breath
And it is
Pulling a beating heart
From my chest.

It burns
and cuts and injures,
But still I find it is
The only balm.

It is clear
As perfect glass
And shrouded, darkened,
Hidden

Yet able to be found,
Revealed.

3 comments:

Sabrina said...

Okay, I have a bone to pick with you. STOP READING MY THOUGHTS!!! Besides, how do you accomplish it from so far away?
Seriously. Great great poem.

Haley Ballast said...

I'm gonna have to blame the Holy Spirit on that one... :) But thank you, I'm glad you liked it.

Carissa said...

I like this one, too. And I must tell you - before I even clicked to read the comments, I knew that at least one one would be from Sabrina.

Both of you are capable of such beautiful poetry. What a glorious gift for you, but also for all of us with whom you share!