a request

when i am fixated and stubborn,
pry my heart
from things to which it clenches
for survival -
save for you.

when i hold funerals for emaciated dreams
resurrect in my imagination
new hopes in the way of your kingdom.

when i climb too high, too blindly,
plunge me from the tower
of vain and narrow thought; and

as i fall, may i sing,
“beautiful ways will come to pass,
in you, no thing is wasted.”