I surrender to you
Like I was bound to do
Not with hands held high
Nor did I
Abdicate my throne of emotions:
It's courts abandoned,
There are no white flags,
No terms or treaties,
I surrender
Not in willingness
Nor because resistance is worn away
(By the lapping tide of perpetual love)
I have not come to the end of my resource to fight you off,
But I surrender
As a falling man
Surrenders to the concrete below
As the flaming building he has left
Smolders,
He plunges for
Propelled towards
Terror which is firmer
Than the collapsing ruin that previously supported,
Even though
He started the fire.
I surrender to the approaching ground
And the mercy of God.
