The Weightless Horizon

I carried the weight of shoulds
like stones in my pockets,
crossing deserts of doubt
with blistered feet and weary heart.

But then I looked up —
and saw the horizon blazing
with the laughter of stars,
felt the winds of mercy
lifting every burden,
heard the whisper:
Beloved, you were never meant
to carry what love already forgave.

Now I walk weightless,
feet kissing the earth,
eyes reflecting the sky,
heart resting in the horizon
where all is light.

— Joe Restman