I was driving to school this evening and David Francey, a wonderful Canadian singer, was on the I-Pod singing The Waking Hour. Kathy and I have attended several of his concerts. He has a wonderful line in that song: “The heart that’s breaking never makes a sound.” It resonated. I wrote poetry many years ago and, today, I found poetry anew.

Set the backpack down

The mountain is high

The peak obscured

The path terrifying

Share my load

Trust

Be right

Be true

Will they hear?

Without spoken words

Speak my truth

Invite

Carried alone

The backpack is too heavy

Lighten

Strengthen

Back straight,

Shoulders square,

Head held high.

Walk with me

Share my load