I know,
you have got all
sorts of push-back
going on inside
even as you
read this.
We all have our
backpacks to carry.
But what about
loving? What
about caring?
How is it right to
just let things go?
Quite simply,
because you
are not God.
You can't save
the world.
You cannot
even carry it.
Leave it on the
benevolent hands
of God and be happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem