At the Feet

Burdens are cast down.

Hues scattered at their feet.

In freedom, branches wave.

I imagine His throne.

Prayers strewn at His feet.

Layers of burdens cast down.

Does it not say, “Cast your cares upon Him.” 1 Peter 5:7?

And are not cares burdensome?

Could not these same weights be brought?

Thrown down with abandon?

And in freedom, our hearts wave?

With each color strewn upon the ground, I want to be reminded of where my cares belong.

At His feet.