I made an idol of my life -
my expression,
my activity,
my achievement.
I polished, perfected
and worshipped my creations,
failing to notice that my gifts
were a gift.
I rightly shored up
my fortress from attack,
with acts of independence
and power.
But with such armaments,
my heart was incarcerated -
all forms became hollow
and dry.
So my folly was exposed
in a thousand myriad ways,
as a choreographed play
of counterfeit control.
As the last in line
of the daughters of Eve,
it was strange relief
to submit and accept:
my weakness,
my fragility,
my dependence.
I am now as I always was -
helpless unless carried
by the stream
of the living Spirit.
6th September 2020, Somerset, England
With thanks to the exhortation of A.Ha.
Being a walking question mark 
I couldn’t help but notice that you thanked A. Ha. I saw it as “aha,” a moment of insight. This person is an inspiration. 🙂
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Yes she is! A.Ha seemed quite perfect for exactly the reason you note…
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That was me replying by the way…for some reason wordpress logged me out.
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I just reread this. It feels like a burden lifted. Funny, to see you are helpless is also a carried fortress dropped. “My burden has finally been loosed!” – Christian Pilgrim
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Yes! Another funny paradox along these lines is that self has to be made to feel strong before it can admit it is weak.
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