Legs stand frail
Smaller than thighs
Which they carry like a huge mountain on two small trees
Yet move calculating not
That head to waist add to their load
That is the power of living with your all
So why will a soul in flight
Complain of the burning of the wind?
Why should a burdened soul
Seek to flee leaving its body and mind?
Why will a tired hand rebel
When it hangs and swings
And explores to fold?
No matter how huge our crosses
The world creates chances of its nothingness
Because there is always someone
Whose cross dwarfs ours
Yet knows the taste of the gratefulness of living
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) February 4, 2017