Gift

The free-est gift I give my self is to give myself to God;

And in the journey that I Work, I keep my feet unshod.

For in the giving of the gift the Giver gives to me

The Sacred Life that He did live and hung upon a Tree.

If self-denial is the quest that leads us to the Other,

Then we must make some sense of life attached here to Our Mother.

For nature only signifies transcendent things. It’s true,

And only saying “only” here brings me right back to you.

The dialectic we embrace has perfected our time,
And brings us to a sacred Gift that's hidden in our rhyme.

The only Real Person, then, is God Himself, you see.

But in that deep surrender, now, I find Integrity.