Why do we ask for freedom when to be bound is our desire
To be intertwined with others, to be closely felt, 
And necessary? The pride of hearing, “if not for you.”
Burdens, but with the dearest blessing.
To be essential is the epitome of ecstasy.

The child skipping away, longs to be held.
The helium balloon that has slipped its string
Is lost. And the lofted stone goes up in freedom
But its truth is proved in the satisfying arc at the apex
And returning, craves the clutch of the earth.

I merely lend my hand, but how gratefully I give it.
The sigh at being asked covers my secret pride
Leaping up.  I am required.  Me!
To be useful to the work, to have purpose, place, and position
Does bind my body, but liberates my soul.