You are sitting in a wagon being
drawn by a horse
whose reins
you hold.
There are two inside of you
who can steer.
Though most never hand the reins to Me
so they go from place to place the
best they can, though
rarely happy.
And rarely does their whole body laugh
feeling God's poke
in the
ribs.
If you feel tired, dear,
my shoulder is soft,
I'd be glad to steer
awhile.
from Love Poems from God - Daniel Ladinsky
