Surrender To Me
The taste of thy love gives not pause,
unto the reflection which dies not unto the soul.
For thou art a gasping tender root of my heart
a budding, transformation that has grown.
So, surrender now to my call
That I may beseech the heavens
that they may give forth all blessings, which fall.
For in stones silence you have cried,
with sweet memories of a more serene time.
only by hope of an encroaching tide.
So cast now thy tender eyes upon the sea
to thy heart and soul conceive.
For rising from the broken sand,
With the gift of eternal love
Held forth in
J. Allen Wilson © 2004
Softly Smiles Tonight