The Paradox of the Surrendered Heart
By Maureen Profeta
I’ve fastened these chains upon myself
forged from egoism, failure, depression,
bound forever to imperfection,
To break these crippling shackles
I must relinquish freedom’s claim
and embrace the Servant’s name.
Hope for the future teeters on the edge
quivering between today and tomorrow.
Hope for things I want and need,
for the me I want to be,
for a world of peace and harmony.
Yet to gain its promise and security
I must abandon every ounce of hope I hold
to receive God’s assurance within my soul.
Oh, to be wise in a world of confusion –
a worthy quest and commendable quality.
Knowledge of the ages available to me:
Science, History, Math, Philosophy
Resources all, in every decision
and yet, to gain the ultimate wisdom,
I must claim the title of fool –
a student in the Master’s school.
Wealth and security are valid concerns
that compel me to greed and yet
all that I have I must give to gain more.
If I am to be rich, I may have to be poor,
give all that I have,
all that I am,
and live in the promise of blessings ensured.
To claim no possession, I’ll hold a great store.
How beautifully agonizing
agonizingly beautiful is the surrendered heart.
About the picture:
Toronto, Ohio (Sept. 09)