THE BUNDLE
He carried a bundle of false beliefs,
Musty and heavy as lawyer's briefs;
Prejudice, jealousy, bitterness, strife--
These were the wares of his troubled life.
He carried the bundle wherever he went --
Anger, suspicion, and selfish intent;
He saw what he sought, injustice and sin.
Life was a tempest without and within.
He mumbled and stumbled;
The world was all wrong,
His bundle grew heavy as he shuffled along.
Worry, impatience, discord, and doubt--
These were the things
He dragged about.
Tired of his bundle, he set the load down,
He prayed long to God; his face lost its frown.
In his eyes dawned a light by which he could see.
He forsake his old bundle and walked away free.
Author Unknown
