Toronto, Ontario
Surrender Begins
One person I recently met—a year ago—is
Gordon Martin of St. John’s, Newfoundland.
He’s someone making great changes in his life. He sent me a poem of his which addresses
“Surrender.”
Here it is.
Surrender
Begins
Surrender begins like a fairy tale
in a distant land
Begins as a dream unknown
scares us shitless
Surrender begins
a blanket with nails
letting go no option
Hang on to the known
Even if that known
Is the darkest night
Even if that known
has dragged us through
the mud, left us naked in the street
Surrender begins with a whisper
A candle flicker
Dancing, embracing the darkness
that peers in so close
Surrender begins
With the mystery of an empty page
The words elusive the ink dry
Surrender begins
A map without borders
A voyage with no defined destination
Surrender begins
loneliness in a crowded room
fear, emptiness
Surrender beings
With struggle
And pleads
I stand now on the other side of surrender
Knowing it’s grace and power
Looking at those who cannot see
Surrender beings with love
With letting go
With saying yes to life
Surrender begins
With tears running down my cheek
With falling to my knees
Surrender begins
With holding hands
And hugs of understanding
Surrender begins
With grace and forgiveness
Surrender begins
In this moment
In this place
Here
Now
May the Source be with you!
No comments:
Post a Comment