surrender

“The Grapes of My Body.”

The grapes of my body can only become wine
After the winemaker tramples me.
I surrender my spirit like grapes to his trampling
So my inmost heart can blaze and dance with joy.
Although the grapes go on weeping blood and sobbing
“I cannot bear any more anguish, any more cruelty”
The trampler stuffs cotton in His ears: “I am not working in ignorance
You can deny me if you want, you have every excuse,
But it is I who am the Master of this Work.
And when, through my Passion, you reach perfection,
You will never be done praising my name.”

-Rumi

I surrender
I surrender
dear Lord, I SURRENDERRRRRRR
but first,
can you tell me how to do that

Be still, they say…
ask if there is anything to do
Listen, they say…
if you hear nothing..then recognize
there is nothing to fix

but, if you want me…if there is something I need to hear
can you speak a little louder
to make sure I hear

actually, yell