Pensive Surrender

I crave the darkness of Your light
head bowed
heart surrendered
to my Sir.

Graceful ferocity stills this disquieted soul.
Master’s stroke quells fear
makes passion fires roar
and peace descends
in my mind
and body.

Pensive surrender is my gift to You.
Soul and body Your instrument,
heart laid wide open.
Captive by choice.
Free to be Yours.
Free to entrust every corner
of my being into Your keeping.

There is a depth to this mystery of surrender,
deeper than known to me yet in this life.

My shadows are beginning to yield,
to bend without breaking,
to give without sense of loss,
to obey in spirit without reservation.

[copyright 2015,]

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