An invitation to surrender
To worship
To sacrifice, lay bare
the echoes.
The loft - a sanctuary
Surrounds me like a hug.
The writing table - an altar
Invites me to kneel.
Calls me to reverence
Beseeches me to spill out
To trust
Woos me to Truth.
I balk
Tremble
Toy
Sigh
Walk by you, touch you
Walk by you.
Sigh again.
You tap my shoulder
Whisper in my ear
"I will meet you there."
And I know "there"
Is the altar of my heart.
The place I fear
Because I am inadequate
Unsure
Confused
Unskilled
Mediocre
Simple
Over my head - way over my head.
And I know "there"
is the altar of the keyboard.
The place I fear
Because I am inadequate
Unsure
Confused
Mediocre
Simple
Over my head - way over my head.
But You say
"Yes, I know my dear.
That's the point."
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