O Happy Day




"What is that in your hand?
Would you let Me hold it for you?"






sweet
this
surrender
not as seafarers
to the Sirens'
tune
lovely
lurid
lethal
nor
as Lee
to
Grant
dignified
depleted
destroyed
not
as the mighty
oak
yielding
to age
and gravity
in one
thunderous
crash.
no,
surrendered
to Your
kindness
Your quiet
love
waiting
whispering
wistful
longing
to loosen
the tether
to take me
flying
casting off the lesser
for The Greater,
sending
cheery notes
from Laura,
"this is not the time
to stay in the prison
of oneself, is it?"
sparkling
in the brook
beckoning
in the breeze
whistling
with Farsight
"Further up
and
Further In!"
until my
unlistening ears
catch the sound
and selfbound heart
turns upward
and sluggish toes
begin to feel
the rhythm
and I look up
and see
You
dancing
O
Lover
of my soul,
Lifter
of my head
Keeper
of my
clearest vision
Seeker
of my
greatest joy
Guardian
of my
highest good
how
Sweet
the
Surrender.
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