You say with determination “This year,
Will be the year of surrender”
When good things appeared, scanty but bold;
All the arms of Love seems to behold
Promises of reunion with this gracious soul
You accepted, surrendered as you were told
Minds were sparked, doors thrown open
The veil that held us apart, no that was not the concern
Because slowly, and surely this path that you have chosen
Reveals a bigger promise, royally golden
And so two roads begins to run parallel together
Unlikely, unplanned, oh what does it matter?
Chain us in balls and shackles, let us be fettered
If it means growth to the Soul, would that not be for the better?
It is easier to surrender
When the gates of the Garden reveals itself to you, even only for a little
While, and while you are swept in this current
Know that whatever is given to you will eventually be taken
Away, it seems like you have been there
For moments longer than you would care
To count and be accounted for
You have walked through and stayed too long, yet still ask for more
The audacity! Such propensity of ungratefulness
Listen to that voice inside of you whisper in kindness
“Surrender even when you are hurting;
What is; is, and therefore no struggling”
Surrender, even when that which has arrived is leaving
What is; is, the ending is also a new beginning
Almost Hijau 