Oh, Oxen

Oh oxen, how you trod

How you carry your cart

Does the weight bother you more?

Is the heaviness hard

Is the weather your strain

Or is it the drive in your core?

Could you pull heavier

More than three times

If your heart weren’t the more?

Could you carry them

The people you keep

If they had not caused your heart to sore?

For the weight you carry

Is not the weight it seems

For the weight is a thing you adore.

If your heart were lifted

If your heart were clean

Would you then yourself abhor?

For the weight is here

Here in your past today

Should not the past be the past?

For as the past here

Keeps your weight heavy

Letting the past be of yore.

This anomaly

This life you lived

Would never let you through the door.

Keep it no more.

Silence its roar.

This load is your life forever more.

To survive, to live

Let go of this thing

And carry your weight to the shore.

This will make strong

Allow to go on

Soon you will give all that’s in store.

Will you, dear ox?

The weight you need not

For the future is bright as says the lore.

And in it you can run

With the weight from your cart

You’re free, alive, and now you will soar.