Willing surrender is not obligation,
with me pancaked from above, layer upon layer, weighed under the load—
a debt of service, of reaction, of even prayer.
Rather, obligation must radiate like spokes on a wheel,
one after another only added to the fullness of my life as I stand centered free—
desperate arms raised to the Holy.
Surrender makes obligation manageable, a part of the faith dance.
Surrender to FatherSpiritSon, stripped of carnal necessity and external have-to’s,
nothing added, nothing weighted,
with devotion treasured above all else.