I gave myself not piece by piece,
But like the dusk dissolves in night—
No claim, no name, no tethered voice,
Just silence tuned to sacred light.
No joy is mine, no sorrow too,
What comes, I wear like passing rain.
The sun may scorch, the moon may soothe—
I feel no pride, I bear no pain.
A flute I am, in breath Divine,
Played when He wills, in tone or pause.
No self remains, no “me” to seek—
Just service, song, and silent cause.
This is my path, my peace, my prayer—
To lose myself, and find Him there.