Surrender to the otherness of all

Tact and subtle actions create life
Assertive force destroys another’s soul
To the High and Holy One, we’re wife.

The way we go seems but a throw of dice
Yet destiny will beckon, though we crawl
Tact and subtle actions make a life

Into every heart, there comes the knife.
Surrender to the otherness of all
To the High and Holy One be wife.

In his shadow, we look down, we cry.
We listen to that voice, so still, so small
Tact and subtle actions shape good lives.

As a mother births her child, she sighs
All lives and coming suffering must appal.
To the High and Holy One, we’re wife.

Here we seem like prisoners on bail
May we live with love in this, our world
Tact and subtle actions create life
Surrender humbly, love God and his wiles.