Take Me, I’m Yours
‘Take me, I’m Yours’ I’ve often said
My words directed at Spirit
Yet only now do I realise
I can’t give all of myself in one go
As I’d once imagined.
It seems Spirit only takes
What I can afford in the moment
Plucking only the sweetest fruit from my boughs
Leaving the rest to ripen
Under the gentle rays of its Light.