All I Could Do Was Surrender
An ethereal essence suspended sublime;
A most beautiful image never to be mine.
A reluctant suitor in the heat of God's time,
Clinging to a shadow made of my own design.
I had searched my life for a face in the crowds, and
Been scorned and rebuked on every occasion.
Some say our destinies are foreordained - preplanned;
I prayed somehow I could write my own equation.
Yet, when I came to that final moment I saw
That fate would have taken me to a loftier plane.
My reality offered no time to withdraw;
I could do naught but surrender my heart and my brain.
My search is not over, I've envisioned her face;
Surrendering to love and the one I'll embrace.
August 1, 2016
Copyright © R.A. Marschall | Year Posted 2016
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