“Supremely Yours”

When one hits the pinnacle, or base if that’s your view,
How are letters autographed, if that’s what people do?
Perhaps by then they’ll “telepath”, or “beam it to the bridge”,
And we won’t need to sign at all, or post things on the fridge.

But then again, old ways die hard, so let’s suppose one must;
Perhaps like wigs, and tabs, and gowns, it generates a trust
In justice – that at last we’ll get a hearing at the top –
How then would one sign off one’s name, if we must sign (or not)?

“Supremely yours” – it has a ring that vibrates in my soul;
Besides, like Jacob and that rod and spotted sheep – a goal
Is To before me every day from here to where I go,
That ’midst the dust and smoke of war, direction I will know.

It is a war – all life is war – including battle time,
When terror sweeps our faith away and begs, “don’t cross the line”;
When others challenge us to take the broad way now and then,
And we find out the dojo’s ours – opponent’s us again.

“Supremely yours” – who is the You, is Y in uppercase?
To me it is, for view is up above our human race;
With God above, His Son below, and Spirit deep within
The souls of all humanity – that’s where it all begins.

I like the pun – “Supremely yours”, it’s true (or better be)
Regardless what transpires in life, its essence speaks to me;
You made me, Lord, and I am Yours – not just the bit You see,
But all-in-all, supremely Yours, that’s what You mean to me.

But then again it also speaks of who I am to You –
“Supremely yours” says all-in-all – in all I say and do;
There’s nothing held for future day, a cushion for the fall;
For You are mine and I am Yours, for I am “all in”, All.

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