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.