Mikey's Poetry Book, Ch. 31

"Joy is the Essence of Your Spirit"

When left well fed

You leap at every moment

bounding for all that is good

and lovely

seeking to satisfy in submission

and in obedience

weaving together works

from fresh fruit

born by Your hands at work within.

I cannot operate separate

as You’ve grown

into every aspect

of whatever makes up me.

the sinew

the blood

the cells

the marrow

the soul

the darker matters

You’ve become present in it all.

Without You

it all decays

and atrophy becomes my only friend

my mind withers into oblivion

faith is the only option for me

surrender is the essence of life

and I bear the image

of the maker

who graciously made a home

in me.

Magnificence resides in me

and I’ve nothing to do

except bow.