Nothing but to surrender
A yielding to some end God only knows, To be part of something I yet can only feel. I see it faintly Though often wrongly still. What is it to me That I useless be To every other purpose But His own, A flower’s petal To His pleasing? And when I’m finished, I will fall away With as much delight As when I came. For it is the cosmic thing That matters. Perhaps it is all there ever was, All that I ever lived for anyway. And perhaps the fire that lit me Is the same that will Consume me in the end.
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