Surrender

In that moment of surrender when power is no more,

there lies the hidden treasures of defeat,

wherein the Self is supplicant to Soul’s eternal cause;

and transformation holds the floor, discreet.

 

To know that one is powerless and nothing can be done,

that greater forces are at work within,

then comes the call acceptance, with no place left to run;

obeisance is the answer that’s now given.

 

For when we do resist, we breed resistance in return,

at loggerheads the forces will endure,

and only in the softening can grace then slowly burn,

and fires of acquiescence render pure.

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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2 Responses to Surrender

  1. julespaige says:

    I think surrender does not mean that we have to give up completely…
    we can still hold onto the best memories – sprinkles on grace?

    Cheers for the holidays and best wishes for the New Year.

  2. wow!!! Powerful! poem.

    Your words are strong and inspiring.

    Happy New years! 2014.

    I am back! and with a new poem. check it out…:)

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