To hear you in the noise and silence alike.
I desire a commandment to follow to show my devotion.
I way to sacrifice to prove my love,
What can I do to hear you say,
"Move this way or that."
I would jump and go, push and pull,
yield to the spirit, I must!
Holy joy of sacrifice, I desire to accomplish.
Harder still, is the question to stay.
To hold still,
To recognize the waiting,
The waiting room to the Sacred place.
The options masquerading as life,
Still fools my dim sight.
The holy sacrifice is not in movement,
but in standing still.
The commandment is not a command at all,
But a quiet... "I want only you..."
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