The Burden

In the morning, I awoke, a burden lying on my soul.
I thought of it as I lay.

Within I heard a voice, it spoke; It knew my heart, this weight,
my whole,
and harried me through the day.

A pool I sensed: dark, still and deep; in which my burden I could cast.
The day had gone, I longed for sleep but still the voice inside held fast:
It said I deserved this load, should not put it down.
It said I could not trust myself to judge,

So I sat beside the pool,
and watched the ripples in the sunset light.