"Child of My love, lean hard, And let
Me
feel the pressure of thy care; I know thy
burden, child. I shaped it; Poised
it in
Mine Own hand; made no proportion
In its
weight to thine unaided strength, For even
as
I laid it on, I said, 'I shall be
near, and while she leans on Me, This
burden
shall be Mine, not hers;
So shall
I
keep My child within the circling arms Of My
Own
love.' Here lay it down, nor fear To impose it
on a shoulder which upholds the
government of worlds. Yet closer come:
Thou art
not
near enough. I would embrace thy care; So I
might
feel My child reposing on My breast. Thou lovest
Me? I knew it. Doubt not then; But
Loving
Me, lean hard."
Thank you Corki Lumley
for sharing this poem with me
so
I may share it with others (((hugs)))
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