No. 40 - Rendered

Oh how little

Let me be

Not to hide

But find in thee

My selfish self

Yet un-prevailed

And make of death

An open veil

To peer in truth at who you are

And see ourselves within your heart

The distance

Let us breech

As a simple fast

We keep

Surrendering all

So rendered small

Enough to enter in

The wounds you bare to call us kin