The Psalm of Surrender

I come as one naked and undone.

Baring no gifts but tattered tassels,

No sweetness save ash as sugar

On our thirsting parched tongues.

I come as one with nothing,

Empty hands slashed savagely

Self inflicted wounds upon my soul,

Flayed slowly invisibly, over decades.

I come as one with longing for home,

For a place where true rest can be found,

Where safety is not a measure but a gift,

And where I can just enjoy Your nearness.

I come as one crying to the Sky,

Seeking the day, and the times.

When I might at long last Beloved.

Leave this terminal tent and rise.

I come as one with eyes heavy,

Clouds threatening to storm anew,

To shatter my lie of the why,

As I weep with unabashed abandon.

I come as I am. As you have called me.

Taking no garment or bag, nor keys or car,

Leaving all behind, even the dogs.

Watch over them Beloved.

I am ready. It is enough.

Come. And the Beloved says Come.

This is an eschatological poem, and spiritual in nature.