Surrender

Had you seen
your father or friends,
were your mother still
in human form,
you might have received
good nourishment –
or not.
Through seeing,
listening to them,
you might have come upon Me –
or not.
Yet much in human speech,
much in interaction
misses Me, steers the personal self
like a siren distraction.
Circumstances
stark and bare,
nothing, no one to turn to,
the unbearable thrust upon you,
no door through which you could flee,
you surrendered, died, were reborn in Me.

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