At Peace

How now, my soul?
What troubles thee so?
Your love, torn so many directions!
Can’t focus it here,
Too much held dear,
Distracted by fragile perceptions.
The future still hides;
Though you search for it wide,
You’re haunted by failed predictions.
And you’ll still linger there,
Confused, unaware,
Till your will bows in humble contrition.
God, kill my desires!
They’re thrown on the pyre,
Waiting for You to come burn.
I’ll walk through the furnace-
This time I’m in earnest.
They’re Yours now, and not my concern.
Can I bring forth a smile
From truth, not denial?
Is there more than my pettiness left?
To be glad of His will,
Be content hale or ill,
Though not “happy,” this life God will bless.