Poem of the Month: June 2007

All day long a little burro labors, sometimes
with heavy loads on her back and sometimes just with worries
about things that bother only
burros.

And worries, as we know, can be more exhausting
than physical labor.

Once in a while a kind monk comes
to her stable and brings
a pear, but more
than that,

he looks into the burro's eyes and touches her ears

and for a few seconds the burro is free
and even seems to laugh,

because love does
that.

Love frees.

--Meister Eckhart

Journal prompts:

• What worries are you carrying?
• How easy or difficult is it for you to release worries when you carry them?
• Who is the "kind monk" in your life who frees you?
• Begin a write, "Love frees...."