Surrender

Surrender.

Not the noble kind

that lays down will

and ambition.

Not the act

of a spiritual man

determined to climb heaven's ladders

as a solitary statement

of piety, purpose

and discipline.

my surrender

is the broken kind

where my weak and failed attempts

find me falling,

falling,

cast down

hopeless.

no manner of piety, purpose

or discipline

can heal this soul

for I am past the point

of no return.

surrender,

where Grace and Love

lay down their crown,

where Life Itself

comes to carry

my exhausted soul

beyond the ladders of man,

beyond the strong,

a triumph for the weak

where death meets my dying

with a transformation

to Light

and Life.

I surrender

to Surrender.