27.  No Wilderness to Tame

For a long while, I went screaming,

Helen Keller-style against

all the Annie Sullivans

Attempting to put me

in my proper place.

But this wild soul was no

wilderness to tame.

No barren land

For any hand to conquer.

And what a giggle it gives me,

Sitting weary old-lady-like

in the life I never thought

I’d live.

And what pleasure it thrills me,

To bow my head to the only One

Who could break a wild soul

For the sake of breaking

What was His.