good and faithful servant

 
open my mind that I may see
the grief-stricken thoughts that plague me
little lies I tell myself
so that I may in omission's womb stay a babe

nay cursed mortal coil that causes fear
a woman I shall be, come judgment day
before the celestial host aged tried and true
I pray thee I hear, thank you good and faithful servant

inner turmoil causes conflict
that I can barely tell betwixt a child and a maiden
the soul inside me strives for wisdom
the flesh its own devices

the spirits howl
my soul stands true ready for refinement
my flesh feasts on the devil's brew
I wretch and still,
I can't purge myself of this bedevilment

I cry out to the heavens
"show me the way
the spirits confound and my body weak
deliver me of this bitter root
so I may become much more the woman
and less the babe