Courage and Surrender

I can feel when I rub against the grain-
the slight edge to air and light.
It’s all a matter of pleasure-
the discernment that lays between
courage and surrender

I could give up the basics and fly
I could grasp what is seen and lie
Patient toward time for the sake of vision
Industrious with circumstance; provision

A process pulls in the hands of God
A resistance caves in my heart; I’m soft
which says to some I must be weak
and brittle though emotions fuel my dream
a little-
A little dream I search for at night
the keeper of wisdom kept from sight

Open the eye and take the same
or finger the edge, rough hewn-
untamed