Weight of Wonder
The child walks with bags in hand,
Too much to bear, too much to stand.
And yet he moves, and in his strain,
He learns the strength that grows from pain.
The burden teaches what is real—
To serve with joy, to lift and feel.
A crust of bread, a meal half-took—
The story hidden in a look.
What’s left behind, what’s cast away,
Still feeds the soul in its own way.
In what remains, the feast is made—
The sacred waits where we’ve decayed.
