Desire only to be desireless, my Lord said.
But that’s the story of my quest!
Unwittingly, I have lifelong pursued
the death of desire (and failed).
In every stage and phase, every permutation,
I have endeavored by strict indulgence to slay
once and for all that indefatigable dragon
that keeps roaring back from the ashes;
to quench its insatiable voracity;
to quell its constant fire which has solely
fueled my quest, to rest (at last) eternally
in that ice-coated, God-promised peace.
Fashion me a sword, o Lord,
to ultimately slay that dragon,
driving it deeply into the exact
hidden, sweet, deadly spot.
O child of God, love is the absence of desire;
when the pendulous heart finally settles into rest.