Put my hands on my hips,
I raise my voice into a thin reedy whine:
“I don’t want to do this anymore!”
God leans down.
Wraps his arms around me.
Pulls me gently to his chest.
“I know. I know,” he murmurs.
He wipes the single tear that has
found its way out of my eye
off of my cheek.
“I know. I know,” he whispers softly.
“But this is the way.
C’mon, I’ll carry you if you are too tired.”
and he lifts me up onto his strong back.