Why worry?

 

Here, Love,

take this worry

which I eagerly give to you

I know you do not see it

the way I do

I know you do not see it

at all!

And that’s quite alright.

In fact, that is as it should be

 

Because, oh Love divine,

when I hand you my worry

my view is no longer obscured

and I can feel your delight in my face

as my shoulders drop

and  the iron gate falls from my chest

and the burning in my stomach fizzles out

 

Then I am filled with that eternal knowing

that in you, no harm, none at all, can come to me!