Perhaps

Perhaps I have not yet surrendered

As much as I had thought.

So that the quietness of heart

Can hear the Master’s call.

Perhaps my love is not as deep

As it needs to be.

Still unable to die to self

And move away from “ME.”

Perhaps the preparation of pain

Does soften my hardened heart

To wring the bitterness all out

From hidden roots of rot.

Perhaps my gaze has too much strayed

From Heaven’s home and heart

So stillness comes to capture me

To bring me back to God.