62. Psalm (Myshkin, 2020) · couplets

Ravish me, Lord, however you see fit; I give consent to each and every hit. I think I’m special? Make me plain and bland. Confuse me when I try to understand. And hide yourself, the apophatic way, Do I have inner faith enough to stay? Empty my begging bowl, so I can share The sweet humility of children everywhere, Then fill it up with grace and what you choose. I shall give thanks, no thing will I refuse. When, full of love, my bowl does overflow, To share and teach I will arise and go. When time is up, please bring me home to you. I cherish mortal form, I truly do, But Unity is knocking at the door Each day I live, I die a little more I’ll praise and grieve and love this human heart  Until my soul goes back to where Thou art.