Somewhere down the road
you met your Master
perhaps, millenniums ago,
the start of an arduous and tedious process -
the transfer of ownership. Or, maybe,
you were just nine years old -
giving Jesus your trembling life
aware not of how deeply thorough
your surrender must be,
as you know not now what you might do
to reach that critical depth
but, beginning to see
your well-connected, in-the-flesh self -
its deeply-rooted loves, alliances,
duties and responsibilities -
(to your utter shock) has no skin in the game.
Give your life to Jesus because
(they should have told you)
at any moment, the chit may be
called in for payment due.
Surrender (your life) to the ultimate admission
that owning nothing, you do not exist.
O child of God, love (somehow) is the ultimate destroyer,
the giver-away of everything you think you own.