The wise say, those who wholly dedicate
their being to the Lord, receive from Him
the gift of His whole self, forever, now..
how irresistible this promise sounds!
But irresistible to whom or what?
The ego hears this promise; makes of it
what ego shapes; so offers not the whole,
the being; but what ego’s made of it…
And yet, this is a start – to offer Him
not being, gift-wrapped in entirety,
but more, a catalogue: of all that mind
knows of itself; all that it knows it’s not..
O Lord, my heart I offer to You, whole;
my mind, but part by part; in sum, my soul!
What a wonderful wise musing to meditate upon. Enjoyed this very much Michael. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice spiritual offering...great write..lovely... Ency Bearis