I surrender to thee.

Inspired by meditations 4.34

Each morning, I surrender to thee,

oh  everlasting Clotho,

that you might spin me

like sisal fiber 

on the thigh of an experienced spinner

and like clay 

in the hands of a potter

mold me into the best shape I can be

and when hardships befall me

remind me

that pottery cannot be made without a kiln

and when I ruin my waters

may I remember that clay can be reworked 

like a phoenix let me rise again

when the past failures break me

or when comfort overcome me

and  have no courage,

to move out of my mothers fireplace

please bring rain on the fire 

to remind me that snakes will always find fireplaces

and that in Eden there will always be a snake

and it is the privilege of life

to wrestle and become

who I could be.

when I am injured in the battlefield

may I always find my way back to the fireplace

and nurse myself back to health

that can fight again

remind me to walk 

the fine line between order and chaos

so that I can find safety

but also expand my territory  

and find eudaimonia.

 

Author's Note

Clotho was the greek goddess of fate. can be interpreted as God, nature, or chance