Oh the feeling of surrender when the mind breaks free and tender
Touch the empty hush, the quiver from a knowledge render
Now the high-wind guile, seeking now the sigh-sinned smile
Pierce beliefs and always fierce the tear’s relief’s the while
Ringing now the echo now the dinging now the clamor
Oh, how sweet to be complete and singing lose-to stammer
Tones and fleeting moments stumble moans and bleeding pasts contend
Too quick to hope, too sick to cope but all too sweet again pretend
That all is all and all will fly and surely end and not in loved collapse
Too weak to think but other and too bleak to sink another, yes, perhaps
But oh so good the soul aflutter flocks to God and would but stutter-mumble
Just a simple “Thanks”, but rumbles past and faced is forced to humble
Bow and hide-It knows, it knows…
And joys subside too soon for victory.