Promising to pray
once seemed a small gesture--
The least I could do.
Now I know that praying
is shouldering my sister's backpack.
It is filled with heavy things
that will strain my soul.
Together, we will haul
this burden
to the throne
of God Who Heals,
Jehovah-Rapha.
he'll sort through it,
discarding and evaluating
and taking the weight
upon Himself.
We'll leave the holy of holies
weightless and guiltless.
We'll seek more
Pilgrims with bulging backpacks.