Thought
Restless leaves, scattered seeds
Shifting sands migrate on seas
Erupting breath of lava flow
Molten pours in hissing glow
Shrill shriek of gale wind to force
Birds swift to alter flight’s course
Such great mother’s temperament
Still sensing child’s predicament
No choice to assert ego control
Or stubbornly stick to protocol
Pray “May thy will alone be done”
And bowing head ego succumb
Then open every gate to flood
Prepare to sacrifice your blood
Fire failed to burn great Polycarp
His fruit not sliced by stabs sharp
Prayer
In the midst of overwhelming force, I stand in awe at Thy power and glory; this is easily felt in gale winds. Even so you show that I can access this when I align my will to thine. Then nothing can stand in the way and no obstacle is too big. Grant that Only Thy will be done here and hereafter.
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