bringing forth

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Which is the weakest thing of all
Mine heart can ponder?
The sun, a little cloud can pall
With darkness yonder?
The cloud, a little wind can move
Where'er it listeth?
The wind, a little leaf above,
Though sere, resisteth?

What time that yellow leaf was green,
My days were gladder;
But now, whatever Spring may mean,
I must grow sadder.
Ah me! a leaf with sighs can wring
My lips asunder -
Then is mine heart the weakest thing
Itself can ponder.

Yet, Heart, when sun and cloud are pined
And drop together,
And at a blast, which is not wind,
The forests wither,
Thou, from the darkening deathly curse
To glory breakest, -
The Strongest of the universe
Guarding the weakest!

My heart is heavy. It has almost gained a life of its own. Never have I felt a heaviness so profound yet so inexplicable that it escapes any knowledge I associate with the concept of gravitas.
Well the line 'Then is mine heart the weakest thing/Itself can ponder' struck me quite poignantly. I do not regard the heart and the mind as separate entities but replace the word 'heart' with 'mind' in the line above, and it read, to me, as something true and yet so hard to explain in relation to my current situation.

Come unto me,
all you that labour and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest.

Take my yoke upon you,
and learn of me;
for I am meek and lowly in heart:
and you shall find rest unto your souls.

For my yoke is easy,
and my burden is light.