My Soul is resting,
within your power,
so in this moment,
speak from the depths
ignite a burning flame
a loving touch
and ecstasy.
I submit,
the weight,
all I carry,
weighing down
upon me.
I cast it away,
and watch it flow,
tumbling,
cascading
until it is only
a faded,
empty
memory.
Now we can begin.
I submit,
to your presence
and your power
captured
yet lost
within me.
I submit
to my longing,
that we share
for each other,
and our love,
anchored,
unmovable,
a steady,
unshakable,
knowing
and presence.
Why do you cast me away
only to draw me back,
again and again?
Why can’t I
just rest in you,
forever and ever;
One.
If I have found favor
in your sight
then uncover within me,
the sacred Mysterium
and with the light
contained there
I will shred,
and destroy,
all falsehood.
First within me,
and then within the world.
Yet I understand,
and I hereby submit,
as you will see
the quality of soul
and heart
that dwells in me.
No oaths,
simply quietude
and submission
to only You.
I have spent this life
searching
and other lives too,
longing
and searching.
I’m ready
for the Crowning,
timelines ending,
you revealing
All.
Words are bastards,
they are twisted
and misshapen
and deceive us.
Weak and pathetic,
in describing
what only
the heart can know.
Yet how else
can I speak to You?
So Holy Sprit come
drop down upon me,
flowing in power
and Truth.
Enlighten me,
and give me utterance
of what angels sing
in your presemce.
I’m here resting
pondering
reaching out to you.
And as I do
my little
earthly treasures
are crumbling
and dropping
from my grasp.
As every soldier,
prefers hearth
and home,
to war,
so I submit
to Your call,
and will fight,
for you.
Arise with me
your courage,
and strength,
the awaking mass,
rising to slay,
the evil
overspreading
this world.
Father, Mother
I have emptied myself,
nothing I possess
nothing
can compare
to the tessellated light
love
radiance
and Truth
flowing from You
to me.
I submit,
I will trust,
I will yield,
to the Spirit.
The loving,
glowing
fiery
Spirt
that is in me.
That in Truth
is me.
If you need a sword
I will wield it.
If you need a voice
I will speak it.
If you need compassion
I will be it.
I am yours
submitted
a servant
to you alone.
Do you see me
do you feel me
do you understand me
as I approach
and cast myself.
upon the ground
of being,
in utter
submission
to You.
If the world is ending
the the scroll is furled
so that none can escape
the coming division
the coming fate.
See in me your child,
the beloved child
who has come
to resemble you.
By my attributes
shining out of You,
to me,
they are my prize,
the counternance
that connects us
in all things
as One.