Grace in its most complete perfect power
generous giving of oneself
Eyes, o beloved you are far more precious than I.
Handfuls fall short, prayers do not convey,
there is no use of this body or mind
Spirits interior holy prize…
pardon this grace.
Burnt offering, tolerance, obedience,
kindness, surrender, selfless floods,
take this flesh; take this blood,
intentions just to love,
employ-it, receive-it, per-mit…
Blessing the blaze in your eyes,
kill my fire for you to fly,
this is my love, drowning, unlocked hands,
sensitivity, no amount of exploitation will stop this…
a doormat I have heard as a metaphor…
the ground simply laughs.
Only a true soul knows this reward