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.
I am that burro.
You are that monk.
[image by Convivial Studio per cc 2.0]
[the passage is from Love Poems from God – compiled and translated by David Ladinsky – a book worth reading and re-reading many times.]