Message of the Immanent Divine

My life is as a slate unmarked by time

On which you shall inscribe your love, your grace,

O let it be an etching done in light

With nothing that will mar the offered space,

No errant thought intrude upon the script

That from your hand decides my destiny.

May the sense of self be finally erased,

Let no desire mar your firm decree,

No act distort the golden lettering

Engraved on this surrendered soul of mine,

That I may be a mirror that reflects

The message of the immanent divine.