Beat steady O heart

Choose to go more

Choose to be twice what you were before

Choose to forgive

Choose to be love

Let emptiness only be filled from Above;

Evict leeching tenants of vice and of grief

Into watercolors and words of hope, trust and belief…

Let the winds whip at my chapped grip to the cross

I kiss his feet, and remember his loss.

From midnight to dawn he raises me still

Choose to be love: it’s an act of the Will.

-MBN 22