When two people consent
the yoke of marriage becomes a beautiful burden
Over time it restrains our impulses
makes our work easier
helping us to pull together
"Harambee!"
So much more can be done when we are yoked as one
by the grace of God
(and this is merely an hors d'oeurve to God's banquet
should we accept)
Blessed are those who are extremely sensitive
to the tugging of God
-one tug, one nudge and they respond
as a horse to a bridle command
The bit of God is not bitter, though at times tastes bitter-sweet
when we consciously take it into our mouths
For they shall inherit the empire of God
the heaven among us, named and called out
with such precision by Jesus
(He knew the bit and bridle, perhaps, better than anyone since Moses)
May you and I be so blessed
choosing to respond, so, to the Rider of the heart
distinguishing between our own small desires, writ large
and the tugs and pulls from the One Who Knows
and is the master of my soul
and yours
How can it be that this yoke brings such peace and freedom?
contradicting all I have ever been taught?
We of these currents, have come to believe that freedom means choice
when its meaning is closer to having none!
Thy will, not my will, becomes a love song on my lips
Now, I understand why the Cubans shout
"Jefe, comandante, ordene!"
mistaking Fidel for the One Who Truly Liberates
Thy will be done
Thy empire come
Now, here, among us
Yoke us together
and to You
Comandante of my heart!
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