I’ll face my fears one day (I’m told),
a steady gaze dispelling them at last,
not to prove myself worthy
nor to please the Lord of Bliss,
not with the intention of becoming
Who I reportedly already am
but merely to settle an outstanding debt.
To offer in obedience and good conscience
the only mite of currency I possess,
returning (at last) what belongs to Him
and in the process becoming empty enough
to be wafted back to the now foreign shore of my origin.
O child of God, for your lonely, chronic
homesickness, surrender is the only cure.