"The burden, I bared"

"The burden, I bared"

When first you pass, I saw a man just as I, that of flesh and bone.
This could not be the man I heard of, “he who sits on the throne."
On his back he carried a cross and on it chained was a sphere,
He stumbled this man, as he attempted his passage beyond me,
falling to his knees.
 

As he regained his composure,
a cry came from the surrounding trees.
"Truly this man was the son of god, are there any out there whom still cared?
"Man created the burdens he's faced, yet this man carried
Burdens he should not have bared."
 

He stood once again from the help of a stranger,
Destination unclear and nowhere in sight,
This went on through the wee hours of the morning
But continuously throughout that night.

These were the echoes rumbling in my head,
just as those of the faint mutters from the surrounding spectators.
That day leading to the world forever left in a storm,
which also marks the day I was considered reborn.
 

Jim

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