Here's a poem I treasure, from Persian poet Hafez. These days we may not "leave each morning" but, surely none of us does not "lift a great pack."
This Great Love
I want both of us to start talking about this Great Love As if You, I, and the Sun were all married and living in a tiny room. Helping each other to cook, do the wash, weave and sew, care for our beautiful Animals. We all leave each morning to labor on the Earth's field. No one does not lift a great pack. I want both of us to start singing like two traveling minstrels about this Extraordinary Existence We share,
As if, You, I, and God were all married and living in a Tiny Room
-from Hafez, The Gift