I have imagined that I may keep what I have
And yet, have what You keep.
Until what I have is Yours,
Yours cannot be mine.
I want to be righteous and holy because
the idea alone sounds so invigorating.
I may as well fancy
that the mere placement of a garland on my head
makes of me a champion.
Oh, the price we pay to avoid
the cost of walking in life!
Even the child learns on the ‘Bear Hunt’
that he can’t go under it,
around it,
or over it.
Only . . . through it.