I am an ox

called big and slow.

My job is to pull

and take them where they go.

They load all they have

and I pull the heavy cart.

It’s not an easy task

it takes all my heart.

I am yoked,

which means I’m bound,

so I focus on one step

and keep my eyes to the ground.

Just when the load

becomes too heavy to bear

I finally realize

another is right there

working next to me

pulling and sharing the weight.

When I am weak

or tired He does not hesitate.

Suddenly,

we become a team of one

and I know

together we can get it done.

The yoke on my neck

is no burden I now see

but a blessing

to reach the potential inside of me.

© 2016 ck’s days