Freer Than Me Poem by Michael Mason

Freer than me; but how free am I?
with a sigh, I remain on high,
for a time at least,
untilthe great feast.
How free am I?
am I so free?
Even with God on my side?
He makes so much of me.
I dont always see
what he wants from me.
Like His Son,
take this cup away,
before I change my mind.
Who's mind is it anyway,
do I have no say in this brain of mine? .
He is the vine.
I am the branch,
a wretch.
Not so free you see.
But then who is,
free I mean? .