Time, I have lost him; I know not the hour,
Though pulsing veins remind me he is there,
So, I stay, as vase unto my flower,
Exactly where you put me: here in prayer,
It comforts me to know the strain of pain,
While in these binds I feel I daren’t shift,
For you, I do succumb; I gladly deign,
My agony to you shall be my gift.
Your discipline transforms… becomes my strength,
For is there glee where pleasure is not earned?
My patience I shall feed and hope at length,
That I may yet be granted what I’ve yearned,
For now, I’ll be here waiting… on my knees,
Dear master, I am yours; do what you please.
- Scott Alexander McKenzie