Can there be anything more beautiful than surrender? Like a maiden to her lover, like a knight who pledges his life in loyal submission. It’s a careless abandon that has no self preservation. The plunge into the unknown. To dive into waters to face whatever is beneath because this is truly living. As we walk through the streets of our concrete jungles and hear the constant barrage and buzz of frivolous voices that reveal shallow relationships based on greed and self indulgence, we search to give ourselves to a true cause. It may consume us whole but at least in the end, for a moment, who we are and what we did, mattered.
I want to surrender to an incorruptible hero who will unshackle my heart of it’s dead, stone casing. I want it raw and broken. I want to feel beyond this life into the universe. I want it to echo beyond a conceivable scope because the passion is so great and so intense that it radiates to the place time is irrelevant. I want Him to free me from the confines and prisons of the physical and material. To be emblazoned like a banner with words of passion that are etched across me like the sky. To have the word of His mouth that can slay all that exists before it, to fill me and bleed out with the force of light bursting from a star. I am besotted and overtaken. My soul breathes and shutters the wind of life because it cannot contain it and I want to surrender even as it consumes every part of me again and again. I don’t want anything in this life more than I want Him. Let it fall, let it all fall because the prince of this world has no hold, nothing of value, nothing irreplaceable, nothing that does not rot and fade away. He plays at love but he will never be a true contender for my complete and total surrender.