I know what You’re asking
I thought I always did
Giving it all, laying it down
– no stone left unturned
I haven’t done it, have I?
I thought I had
– or, at least, that I was almost there; on my way.
“I surrender all”, I would sing
– and I would mean it.
But I didn’t understand.
It was a pretty tune that framed an empty gesture.
But you want me empty, don’t you?
Words, songs, arms held high,
A ‘happy hour’ sacrifice.
It’s not enough
– for You.
And I’m realising, it’s not enough
– for me.
Florry Rich ©2012
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