My story, my song, let me praise my Creator
all the day long; constant, deeper and deeply
in love with the depths and intricacies of the story;
praise to its Author, receiving His assurance, most blessed.
Let surrender become a way of life,
life becoming praise – walking, talking,
living, breathing exaltation!
God created Existence for each one of us!
Separately unfolding before our senses.
This is my holy moment under the sun,
my incredibly crooked story, my off-beat,
out of kilter song, a gift from God!
Awed and humbled, marveling in the joy,
enduring the suffering and returning praise –
the one gift I might offer God and fetch
the closing words, last page, final chapter.
O child of God, love the Story-teller and love the story
without attachment to outcomes, trajectories and purpose.
