The other foot doesn’t fall from heaven
It’s pressed on the pedal of a Town and Country pulling into another loading dock, back parking lot, or miss-arranged back alleyway of the parlor with no lift but enough stairs to jumpstart the heart of one being brought back to be laid onto more porcelain than he ever sat on.
The other foot doesn’t even know you’re there because they’re too busy looking another way to know what you’ve been carrying. Had he looked he would know the load given was far too heavy for any strongman to carry never mind the fatherless FDK wondering into the mist of grief.
The young man looks up at the heavens praying to any God who will listen for any sparing of pain, calling out “Why have your forsaken me Oh LORD. The only son bestowed down to carry the burden, debts, and misery from a life he only knew shortly. What chance may he have to avoid past mistakes to make up for past transgressions from one’s father to his oldest son. Lessons from a generation that aren’t to be inherited but to be buried out on Hart Island.
No one asks for the burdens they carry, but most have a chance out, not only tied to their name in a town too big to ignore and small enough to recall the responsibilities once carried by a man who left his world too soon who wishes the burden he carried was buried with him. He knew the pain once carried by he alone and where he thought he would only pass on his name and genes the agony was passed on too. He looks down at his only begotten son and turns to the LORD “Why God have you forsaken me and my only son? I carried your mission and did as you told” only too see that God wasn’t there, he was in the driver seat of a Town and Country pulling into another loading dock, back parking lot, or miss-arranged back alleyway of the parlor with no lift but enough stairs to jumpstart the heart of one being brought back to be laid onto more porcelain than he ever sat on.