We Set Our Wills
 
We set our wills against such things that cost a polished coin.
And yet it still beckons me to find
Something of a simple kind.
Not much.

Yet a piece of myself to give to show I do love you.
But it cannot be seen except by those who know its name
And call for it, blest, holy, divine.
Something of a simple kind.
Not much.

Although it breathes and creates life and causes one to die.
Self lays quiet, but still alive in service to another
Who receives and gives in kind.
Not much.

Keyed within the vaulted mind
Where days and weeks and months and years combine to form the vow.
And onward then, as the world spins and ends where we are now.
Not much.

Something of a simple kind.
And yet it still beckons me to find
Our wills for that which is much too costly for polished coin.