When these words are promised into the night
whispered at a point of anguish or desperation
given freely as praise
are they fully recognized by the giver?
Does the giver know, exactly, the promise they make?
What, exactly, is being surrendered?
My life. Yes, this is easy.
My soul. Slightly more difficult, but achievable.
My mind. Attempting, daily.
But, my love, my individuality, my passion....?
Or harder yet, the lives of the other, the family, the dear ones, the ones I love that I do not even know. Am I willing to surrender them as well, without even a pause to breathe, to consider the implication?
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