poetry

Poetry: Burden Racing

Poem by Maed Rill Monte
Photo by  Braden Collum on Unsplash

The world being 

an auction of methods

and a competition of weights.

Unsatisfied, in seeing much.

Hearing many, knows the minimum.

Somewhere near, even within,

the Spirit leading: there, there.

Far to the back, old and rugged 

and all-permeating: the Cross, the weight

to choose. To boast

of none, but it. To lose

it all, but it.

Shouldering the Cross,

a racetrack comes to sight.

Something tells I’m born to run;

set these feet on glory road.

No horizon light but an inner light;

no score of trumpets but a quiet thought.

Face set like flint, presses on.

The Way to the narrow gate found;

not a walk in the park

but a work of sacrifice—

so the serpent sheds skin on occasion

and even the forbidden tree

let go of one fruit.


About Maed Rill Monte

Maed Rill Monte is a poet hailing from Ormoc City, Philippines. He started crafting poetry at seventeen, influenced by G.K. Chesterton, Edgar Albert Guest and many others. He lives with his family, books, and an unnamed dog. For more, visit him on Facebook or contact him at maedrillmonte@gmail.com.


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