What More Can I Say?

He uses what He wills as His instrument,

About this, what more can I comment?

My lips are sealed but my pen flows,

The truth of the matter only He knows.

He does as He wills, His will is supreme,

Maybe this all is His play or His dream,

An unfolding of thoughts in His mind,

The secret whereof ourselves we can’t find,

So that the best that we can appear to do

Is merely to observe, bearing witness to

What He does as He enacts His own play,

Simply watching Him having his way,

And serving as a means for Him to do

Through our body-mind as He wills to,

We playing the role for us He may choose,

Being a mere instrument for Him to use.