– in honor of Cynthia Bourgeault

Surrender to the fall,
the descent into nothingness
that so desperately terrifies
and consumes you.
Surrender to the call,
the pull into unknown future days
that are welling up around
and baffling you.
Surrender to the voice,
the shrill message of shame
that relentlessly attacks
and abuses you.
Surrender to the Truth,
the stark moment so real
that blessedly surprises
and astounds you.
Surrender to the tornado of your soul,
like a million fallen leaves
colored and brown and crinkling
into circles of swift movement
and sudden stops –
their lightness compels you –
surrender.