236. Revolving Door of Worry

30.8.1989.

It bothers me that I'm bothered,
  and unable to rest.
Why can't I put it down and leave
  this burden that's a test.
I pick it up, and put it down,
  and pick it up again.
My mind thinks up solutions and
  the freedom I'd have then.

The problem is I put it down
  then stand and stare at it.
That only agitates my heart,
  it doesn't quiet it.
I tell Him how I'm bothered and
  He asks me what's the fuss.
I see the burden in His hand...
  it looks like so much dust.