Priceless

If you have it in you to live, This is your living body's prerogative. You could not by yourself deliberate What only my impatience could create, And I could do no more. This guess of mine, All my invention, my supberb design, My courage, my challenge, my security- I built you out of nothing: now build for me. With your divine intelligence possess My work; I did not spend myself for less. I want your suffering: the intense and bare Strain of your will. I want to see you dare This differcult thing, to walk with agony on the knives of my imagination, one I scarcly know- when even in your hands' least moving something perfectly understands All I created you to feel and be. So I receive you, so you come to me. And as to this complete accord we move The imbecility of commencing love repulsed, and the grey nauseas of fear the body of my redeemer enters here. and in myself this man I have will to know wakes at long last. Although I planned it so I did not know I had so much to bring, So much I could not give and dared not lend, into these hands my spirit I commend..... O take it, for it is a precious thing.-A.d hope "Pygmalion"