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 are swift to alter 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.